Littlest Thing
There's this little cell,
and some days it truly makes me feel like hell.
I haven't provoked it,
but truly, I feel like shit.
They call it the C word.
A name that's too taboo.
Have you heard?
It could be in you too.
I was sick but now I'm clean.
I wish the same for others.
This disease treats people so mean.
I wish all the fathers, mothers, sisters, and brothers
Were cancer free.
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