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Poem Time Pink Warriors! 💪💗

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“Damn Cancer”
Chemo rolled in like a wrecking ball,
Took my taste buds, took my gall.

Food’s just texture—what’s that smell?
Oh wait, it’s me… I can’t quite tell.

Brain fog’s thick as a bowl of stew,
Walked in a room—what’d I come to do?

Forgot my pants, but found my hat,
At least I remembered where the cat’s at.

No wine, no beer, not even a sip,
Just herbal tea on a slow-drip drip.

And sex? Oh please, don’t make me laugh—
I’d rather nap and take a bath.

Nerves are fried, my scalp feels tight,
My mood swings faster than day to night.

But I’m still here, flipping the bird,
To this damn disease—haven’t you heard?

You hit me hard, you stole my flair,
But I’m still standing, bald and bare.

So take your chemo, take your mess!
I’m still a queen. In sweats, no less.

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