Pity upon a Cancer Child
Words with social norms
Prayers and thoughts to keep us warm
Hollow and empty they do seems
Cancer spreads and the words grow numerous
And hollow all the same.
Powerful, brave, a great example they name us
Viewing us as examples of the worse
Prayers and thoughts to keep us warm
Words with social norms
Cruel and unfeeling are those who see the truth
Labeled as such by those who speak with the tongue of social norm
A child with all to lose, all to be stolen, all not be achieved
Sorrow instilled ,
anger spit,
and chemo trickles in.
Powerful, brave, a great example they name us
Oddities to be mentioned as heroes, the bravest of souls
What credibility does this hold, what have I done to be powerful?
What have I done to warrant your hollow prayers?
What do your hollow prayers even achieve?
How do they help me?
They don’t.
They do nothing to lift my spirit
Only do they allow you to check your box.
Pity expressed
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But I say to you take back you pity
Take back the out-casting words you sling at me.
Instead treat me like a member of humanity.
Or else I live surrounded
Encased
Suffocated
Tormented by
Words with social norms
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