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Cancer, I Believe That We Have A Cure


You will not eradicate the existence of humans.

We are more pure than ever,

but I will be sure to tell you that this pink that we represent

is not just the color of our insides;

but its main conquest is to poetically justify the indigence

that your cold quench of thirst that has cause us.

So I take this day as the first of the last:

that you will not dismantle our lungs,

throats, our breasts that are on our chest,

and you will not disfigure our insides with tumors as big as rumors.

I will not allow you to consume me or anyone else as a victim of chemo,

because of the word please; it represents for a different mean of ease.

So remember you will never end the future of our dreams.

Cancer, I believe we have a cure.

 

This surely won't be an epidemic of a plague, 

so think twice before you try to erase our faces off our claim;

because we deserve to be on this Earth,

because there is a epidemic of clay and

dirt that you can't misplace nor take.

So think twice because there is a lot of space,

lots of room to hold our disaster that leads after our mistakes

that we can cleanse in our awakening states.

I will like to say to everyone that is on this page,

that you are more than a person who works.

Your hard days of labor, those days that you bring your salary home

will not disappear off our planet's face.

 

So just because you are sicken to die or age from cancer,

you won't because there is history to be made.

We have a cure, but it might not be a physical thing we can use or inject;

but cancer, I believe that we have a cure.

When I was in my mad science class, I discovered something.

When you apply love to cancer, it seems to erase the structure that makes it a curse.

I broke free from its dirty plague and I gained some knowledge.

 

I said to myself: let me make some magic so I can slow down time,

so I can figure out how to rid the world from this curse, 

and suddenly just the touch or the words I say, 

could disarm the bomb that is ticking inside of your life.

Damn that parasite!

Why must you hold on so tight?

Cancer, you have and will be cured.

Evolution is not meant to be yours.

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Mafi Grey

I went through a lot of hard life situations, but it never stopped me from trying to make something of myself. Currently, I'm following my dream to become a chef and on the side is the passion I hold deep for poetry. I hope you enjoy my art and my poems. Oh, just one more thing, please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when I have an audience behind me. Also, It really shows when a person responds to my quotes or poems can make you feel that special feeling saying you really can do what you can do. I mean it's like a painter who puts his new work in the gallery for display for all to see, and then turns around to see 10 to 20 people standing around trying to figure out his inspiration, his thoughts, and what lead him there? I love when a person understands me and when their trying to dissect my thoughts. Also, when my work of art can help others cope with their monsters and to help a person become inspired. Thanks a lot. I grew up without a father, but that never stop me from becoming a man; yet I thought life would be easy but it wasn't. The pain that I grew up with was hard, but the thought that grew with inside me was even harder. Could I be a good father, could I contain the pain; could I even forget or could I be something better than what he tried to be. Before I knew it, I woke up a man with pain in his knees, with hair on his face; even with sweat, tears, and blood on his sleeves. The lost of hair, the responsibility of having faith in you and where I worked my hands far pass there capabilities. I believe that I'm a pretty fine man and that one day that I will love my children as mush as my father and mother did... Me and my friend has a group, he does music, rap, making beats, and videos. I help out there and here for the music, raps, and videos. I used to rap myself and we go way back. I join the team and he wants me to lead the poetry side and I agreed. If anyone wants to join, then email me at [email protected] and I'll see what you got. Check out my page: https://www.facebook.com/MafiThePoet

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Comments (3)

Mafi Grey
I have faith and hope that he will and that he has to make it. We can't lose another to cancer, I wouldn't let it happen. Cancer is one of the many things that makes me sick about the world today. I'm tired of seeing good people die for no reason. It needs to stop and I hope your uncle will make that step like some many have before him and after him. Good luck to you. If you want you can check my other work out if you like. Thanks
Child of the One True King
<p>This was great! good job! I can tell cancer has effected you. My uncle has cancer. It&#39;s stage four, but I have faith that he will make it.</p>
Mafi Grey
Please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when i have an audience behind me. Thanks

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