There once was a Boob
There once was a boob
created at pubescence.
There once was a boob
sore in certain places .
There once was a boob
measured to cup sizes
strapless, wired, and all.
There once was a boob
compressed, examined, and torn.
There once was a boob
with a lump, my left
not favored anymore.
There once was a boob
Chemo, radiation, BRCA gene negative
still scorned.
There once was a boob
surgically removed that cancer caused.
There once was a boob
my life more important for sure.
There once was a boob
please respect my living wish.
There once was a boob
now men must resist.
There once was a boob
I never replaced.
There once was a boob
now you settle for…
my pretty little face.
Oh, that repetition echoes so powerfully within this remarkable journey. The fact that it is ‘a boob’ and not ‘your boob’ makes the sense of disconnect even stronger after the cancer diagnosis and its removal. This is a beautiful, moving and resolute poem. Thank you so much for sharing it.