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© 2010-2013

Warrior

She strips off her top
With the casualness of one
Grown accustomed to her barrenness
Apologizes briefly, though she knows she doesn't need to
And exposes her blank chest with a single seam across the middle
A terse reminder of a brush with death
(And death lost, temporarily)
Her "courageous battle with cancer" as the obits say
The flatness of her chest is a statement
Here I am -- take it or leave it -- I'm fine with it
Stripped of the one thing
All women seem defined by
I am a living, breathing icon
Of wholeness
I have lost what is falsely most prized
And -- surprise -- am still a human being
No, more than that
I am a walking soul, a triumph
Of mind over matter
A survivor
And the epitome of who we really are
We women
Heart and soul and brain
Look at me -- look at who I am
Without the breastplate
That is supposed to define me
I have stronger armor
Than you think

Just see what I can do ….