What You See Ain't What You Get
From: Don't Turn Away: poems about breast cancer. PWJ Publishing, 2000.
I've been sliced and diced
and carved up nice,
put back together
with plastic and wire.
I sashay forth, head high,
chest out,
take on the world
I meet.
So, buddy, when the lights are low,
the mood's right, we're feeling tight,
I'll strip down to the skin
I live in.
You'd better get ready.
Brace your knees, stir that juice.
'Cause I'm me,
one hell of a woman,
and those knives
didn't change me at all.
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