Breast Cancer

Breast Cancer:

You can pull me down

Or chain me to hell

But you will never

Stop me from rising

From the deep sticky sand

of your clasp

Of cancer

I will win this battle

You will fail.

I might have a short life

But I am loved

You are already a disease

That no one wants.

You are the hell

But I live in this hope of transformation

Till I die, I have this hope

That you will never win.

You will never get the love

That I get and you will continue as a curse

A plague, soon to be ended.