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I'm Not Buying It
I found a lump in my breast right here.
A change in the usual terrain.
I slipped, I tripped, I lost balance, my fingers frozen
On something that could be something, something
Probably nothing, most likely nothing.
"Get your crap together, you're only 20."
The world has decided that this experience is pink.
That breast cancer is pink.
Like strawberry ice cream, blush wine, plush wine roses.
Which is funny, because I stood in my room, caressing a threat
From the outside in, and nothing was pink.
I didn't see pink. I didn't feel pink. Nothing was pink ...