Pink Diva ( For all Breast Cancer victims and families who have lost loved ones to this diease.)

October is Breast cancer awareness Month. Pink is a symbol of Strength.

It started with a lump on her breast.

A silent killer with a shady facade

spreading through her body and

absorbing bits of her flesh. Like a

thief through the night, breast

cancer tried to rob her of strength;

while her hope and her faith faltered.

Snatching her life without care for it

doesn’t discriminate. In a constant

battle for life, she must win the fight.

The visits to the hospital became frequent.

Walking through the hospital hallway skeptical.

More doctors, biopsies and tests; life threatening

situations, and a scared feeling creating a haunting

through the night, and distress at daytime.

Worry etched on the faces of family, conversations

with friends and colleagues dwindled to nothing

when she revealed that she had breast cancer.

Wound up in a constant battle for life, she knew

that she had to survive the disease by creating an

aura of positivity and faith in her life while also

accepting and embracing reality. Coming to terms

with the uncertainty of Chemotherapy, surgery and

radiation. Dealing with the side effects of various

breast cancer treatments. The daunting caress of

pain and weakness, clumps of hair on her pillow

and losing her breasts. Juggling in between breast

reconstruction and wearing different wigs to conceal

her balding in a bid to regain her self confidence and

strength as a woman, restoring her happiness.

She wore pink with pride as a symbol of strength

and survival. She adjusted her attitude and turned

the disease into an opportunity to help others.

Turning her scars into hope nuggets.

Creating awareness about breast cancer and the

importance of early detection.

Using her voice to encourage victims and families

who have lost loved ones to this disease.

Using her story of survival as an inspiration to others.

Encouraging them, restoring hope in their lives.

She woke pink with confidence as a breast cancer survivor.

©FloetryC 2015

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

5 thoughts on “Pink Diva ( For all Breast Cancer victims and families who have lost loved ones to this diease.)”

  1. So many of us–yes, US, as in all or any of us–exist and try to move threw this world from the time we’re born to the time we die in a seemingly perpetual state of disassociation: that is to say, in a state of “It can’t/won’t happen to me!” We go on in a way add if, by sheer force of will or denial, we are exempt from certain possibilities that can ravage our lives…our beings. But cancer IS a reality–and not just off course for women. Cancer and many other kinds of afflictions can and do befall human beings.

    It is, I believe, in such experiences that we are sobered and called to recognize that the time each of us is given TRULY is wondrous, beautiful, amazing gift we too often take for granted. And it is my belief that the real victory any human being finds through such experiences is not merely (or really) one of survival, but of how we face the monumental challenge and how it transforms us. In other words, what do we learn about the true value of life–not just my life or your life or his or her life…. But LIFE. ALL life. Every person’s life. The meaning and purpose of life. For, it is so often for us only in moments where we suddenly–abruptly–face our mortality that we come to finally consider (and hopefully) accept that there is far more to being alive than what car we drive, clothes we wear, job we work, restaurant we eat at and school we attend. Life–this life–is about people. Us! Who we are. Why we are. Where we are going and should go. What is truly important–not just what we fancy or pretend or wish.

    You see, what is written here is really important and special. It’s not about allowing me an opportunity to share my thoughts (well, technically it is). Rather, to me anyway, it’s about opening up the door for every reader to our humanity–individually and maybe collectively. To brush away the detritus we so often cling to in order to define or validate our lives or even distract us from what’s really meaningful…and then confront head on with all that truly scares us and moves us and challenges us and motivates us to be what and who we really can be. Who we ought to know in our heart of hearts who we should be.

    Okay, in the end, with all this said, it is still up to each individual alone to decide for themselves who they will be, how they will live and what is right. This poem, if I may call it so, simply speaks volumes to me and signifies so much more than what may to some appear.

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    1. Amazingly said. This pretty much describes the essence of this Poem, it’s implications and so much more. Stressing the importance of human life and how delicate it can be. Cancer can affect anyone…male or female, young or old and doesn’t care about your social status and all. Most people are so reluctant/ have a bad attitude towards cancer and tend to ignore the message and relevance it can bring forth in their lives directly or indirectly. Awareness and early detection are the keys to curbing the disease and saving lives. It’s unfortunate that most people come to life’s realization when they face mortality ( as you mentioned) and then tend to get philosophical in event of a life threatening situation or the loss of a loved one. The human factor can get like that too. I do appreciate your comment and your opinions and views…I pray that everyone is able to understand the message in this poem. Thank you so much, Aleksandre.


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