It’s the smallest things about you my friend…
The most inane jesters..
There
Like Nubian royalty
A moored Goddess
A brown Barbie doll
With a heart like a tank
With flowers in it’s plume
In your proud brow
Set neatly between
The reincarnated eyes of Nefertiti
There has never been a crease?
Never
a
single
wrinkle
of
doubt.
Not since I’ve known you.
Not in response to a question you didn’t understand
Or an off handed remark
Or a perplexing riddle
Or Cancer.
Not when they robbed you of your breast
And your hair fell out
Your pride & glory fell in clumps
You rocked wigs Ru Paul would envy
You giggled in fact
Made light of being 'lopsided'
Still “hot” but boobieless
The “baddest b@#$tch” ever
Not even the first time the chemo didn’t work
(it's god's plan)
Not the second time
(it's god's plan but I don't like it) you said
Nor the third!
I don’t think I recall.
hmm?
Not ever.
Until now.
(Dear God, please help my friend)
This is lovely. frank. but lovely. My prayers go out to your friend.
This poem is beautiful, but I don't understand why the person is just a friend. The woman being spoken to seemed more like a wife. It should have just ended with ' Until now'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
@ Tiffanie - I think it says friend, because it is about a woman talking to her female friend who has cancer. Anyway, I like your poem. It has great imagery, and your diction allows me to connect to it emotionally, even though I have never had someone close to me suffer from cancer.