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Pink Ribbon
By Andrea Barnwell
This breast
warm, soft, pliable
this breast
curved, capped,
wrapped
this breast
round skin, blood,
tissue
this breast
where muscle, milk
ducts
flow mounds nourish
respond to new life
this breast
gives, feels, yields
when
warm hands, hot
hearts hold, desire
this breast
feels wet tongues
touch
lick, suck, and feed
from
this breast
kneading like bread,
pulling food
fingering, cupping,
asking
this breast
for love and life?
life without
this breast
goes on
un-interrupted
scars like train
tracks
on an old
encumbrance
this breast
holds space
remembering
a gap filled
regretting when
this breast
was toilet tissue in
a cardigan
was just a bra in
training
a small penny nipple
a pancake Chi-Chi
marked my womanhood
more
than an undeveloped
womb
was shamefully
nothing to me:
knockers, hooters,
cocoanuts
swollen with pride,
then
deflated by disease,
biopsied beyond
repair
she slipped away,
this breast
now needs a cocoa
butter healing
a heart-felt prayer
a thanks be to God
for mercy,
understanding
a shea butter balm
a Spirit-filled
forgiveness
sweet fragrance of
love and
who am I without
this breast?
I am alive, I am
enough
I am whole, I am
always me
In this body
In this Spirit
With the Soul I
reach
To become more like
Light God gave when
This breast
Remembered her
purpose, her place.
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