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IT aka CANCER
It, took my good friend, my lover, my male me. It, tried to stop our song before it ended, our dance before we got tired, our lives before it was over. It took a few years before it did.
RIP 1981
It, took my sister, a dancer, a vegetarian. It ran riot through her blood. was it inherited? It took her out in a month, too late to find out.
RIP 2009
It, took my mother. It hit her in the stomach. She never knew she was feeding it chemicals from "unhealthy choice" frozen dinners. It, overpowered steamed collards, kale, all her vitamins, love and hope.
RIP 2011
It took my friend. It grabbed her breast like an angry lover. Lymphedema hardened half her body. Once beautiful, brown and smooth. She looked like elephant man in the end. It won.
RIP 2012
I loved them, prayed with them, cared for them, laid next to them, made them laugh, read books to them, played healing zen music, cooked for them, juiced for them, fed them, rubbed feet, massaged them, walked to the bathroom with them, wiped them clean, kissed them, hugged them.
NEVER did I cry in front of them.
(C) Oni Lasana - June 17, 2013
