Different: A poem of change
Change, I never preferred
Change, I just didn't like the word
But somethings cannot be controlled
I learned that at just eight years old
On a December day I was diagnosed
As some would say, it was a six lettered ghost
And yes, it did take its toll
But it could not break my soul
It hurt me, and took my hair
I was afraid that others would stare
There was something that then, I could not see
I was brave because I had to be
Hair was just hair, and it would grow back
And confidence is somehing I should not lack
Though Cancer gave my life a spin
I learned that true change came from within
I changed from knowing what I know
From this experience, I learned to grow