Cancer
Category: Poems

Cancer doesn't discriminate between a race,
It doesn't care about your "preferred" gender,
It will take anyone to their final resting place
And you can't return to sender

There are different types
Some can be cured
But there's so much hype 
That you have to be reassured 

Women are taught at a young age
That our breasts  define who we are
Without them, you can't find love, or even make a decent wage
But we've come so far

You may loose a breast
And that scares the hell out of you
But Cancer didn't take the rest
There's more work to do

You are still beautiful, inside and out
Breasts are just fleshy milk bags
That dry up like a drought
And when old, they start to sag

A woman shouldn't be so defined
But the "package" she carries
If people saw into her mind
They'd see a vast world that varies 

Breasts were meant for our children
It's ok if yours are gone
They shouldn't be like some prized possession 
You'd display out in your front lawn

They sag, they hurt, they sweat and itch,
Really, having them can be a bitch!
You didn't lose the best part
Because you still have a beautiful heart

Don't ever feel less than you are
You're a survivor, with battle scars!

©️ J. A. Gage 2019