The Gender Of Cancer
I met a lady with a shaved head
very well dressed but nearly dead
Her illness there for the world to see
a bandana saying I’m sick, you see
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Cancer has no grace or airs
chemotherapy strips the dignity bare
Invisible pain that does not speak
except when the walk out on the street
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People see her but look away
with the fear it could be them some day
The tight cropped head with the pasty pale face
a lowered head, a slower pace
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She feels the stares that turn away
a smile would brighten up her sad day
Each breath she takes of each new day
could be the last she hears them say
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Bald men can hide it
its a common sight
it doesn't draw attention
cause fear or fright
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When they walk out
no one stares
its normal for men
to have no hair
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A peak cap covers the sickly sign
of chemotherapy stripping their body down
Inside both feel the same the eternal worry
... will it return again?
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