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about the ribbons

Maybe it’s not stating a prison number instead of your name
but for certain a wrist badge with your birthdate
and a, “tell us your full name please”
becomes your identity until salaries are paid.
Until bills are made and passed
to keep the torture going.
/ lobotomies remain a threat for those who imply an uprising
of thoughts

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It’s ok girl,
You don’t have to join the ribbons just yet / if ever.
believe what you want
It’s ok girl,
You don’t have to play pretend they’re fundraising for a cure.
go on and be sugar cane
Let them know your sweetness is going to be hard to get
go and let them know  / you know
they got the cure
It’s hiding in the overhead coverages
of their non-profits
It’s ok curly/short haired girl,
show that drug infused swollen body
snap that thick neck and roll your eyes
go on and show them your scarred up chest
your burnt cleavage and peeling skin
show that radiation racing to your clavicle
the rawness under your breast
show how you still here  / cause like millions of others,
you tricked your body into dying to stay alive.
It’s ok girl,
You know the power of now
cause twice you had thoughts of tomorrow
being ok not to come
Naw, don’t be ashamed!
no time for that when the value of every second is gold.
when you were still granted a sunrise and a desk topped with
paper and pens

It’s ok if you don’t feel like pretending today.
If you don’t feel like walking with the crowd
cause you can’t keep up yet / shoes snug around freshly grown back toe nails
go on and sit .
think about things.
the words, will come to you as they always have.

You don’t have to join the ribbons just yet / if ever.

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with no interruptions

I’m not there yet but
maybe one day.
I’m talking about the pink ribbons and all.

For right now,
I’m going to allow
myself to feel what I feel.

A part of the reason a lot of folks didn’t know…
I didn’t want my thoughts to be interrupted anymore than what they already had been.
I didn’t want your love to inform my experience.
If it taught a lesson I wanted to learn. If it hurt I wanted to cry.

I wanted silence.

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See, my moon is in Cancer and my sun is in Leo
so when I go in my shell it’s with roaring determination

and some days I couldn’t sit
cause the infusions made my chest feel
like heavy clouds were moving through them
and some days I couldn’t stand

cause the neuropathy numbed my toes

and I didn’t know they wouldn’t bend
until I tried to walk one day / and fell.

and some days I would just
close my eyes
cause my nervous system was so jacked up
my eyes twitched until
I had a piercing headache.

I wanted silence.

Continue reading with no interruptions

Tell It by Gia Scott-Heron

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(to all the of fallen and to all of the survivors)

Before I knew cancer was a disease, to me it was the most Northern circle of latitude on this planet.

To me it was synonymous with the summer solstice.

Before I knew cancer was a disease (to me) it was just another sign of the zodiac. It symbolized a person like my Mother, kind, generous and a lover of trees and quiet places.

But then one day I met cancer.

It met it in whispers as family members talked about it in hushed voices.

I met it in hospitals, on visits to people who had fallen into its clutches.

And I met its handiwork at funerals, in coffins, on the wet faces of survivors…

And I learned sadly that cancer has been around as long as the zodiac. As long as the summer solstice.

And I also learned that cancer has a lot of cousins, but you can usually tell by the last name.

Breast cancer, Colon cancer, Liver cancer, Lung cancer.

Then you got those bourgeoisie cousins with those college text book names like:

Leukemia, Lympho-blastoma, Multiple Myeloma, Non-hodgkin’s lymphoma.

But if you see cancer, you tell it not to bother wiping its feet on the doormat because it won’t be staying long.

Tell it not to get too comfortable, because uninvited guests can’t stay in your home.

You tell it love don’t live here anymore. Tell it to try the people next door.

And if all that don’t work, you tell it I said to go play in some traffic.

And remember when it comes to cancer, you’re the one in control.

Cancer is just a backseat passenger, or a fly on the wall.

Get the fly swatter, get the bug spray, get the RAID.

You show it how pests are treated when they stand in your way.

Yeah if you see cancer you tell it “Miss Gia told me to kick you to the curb.

And remember that sickness is a condition, but to LIVE is a verb.

And people are donating, and fund-raising and working night and day.

See cancer’s days are numbered, because a cure is on the way.

So if you see cancer, just remember what to do.

Remember that you can survive cancer,

It’s cancer that can’t live without you.

© October 2014 written by Gia Scott-Heron

(Breast cancer awareness month)

 

 

Gia Scott-Heron, a.k.a. (affectionately known as) Miss Gia is an L.A. based poet that has been delivering her brand of “Edutainment” for over a decade. She has been to the National Poetry Slam twice, has been featured at colleges and Universities, including the University of Wisconsin, Madison, and has been featured in The Los Angeles Times. She is currently working on her sophomore album entitled: Gialogick 101: Class is in Session to be released in 2015. She is also finalizing the manuscript for her first full book of poems and Essays with the working title: Can You Hear Me Now? Stay tuned!