She cried herself to sleep that night, but who would understand
Could you look her in the eyes, would you somehow just, begin?
Underneath her sundress, same dress she wore that morning.
There they sat, innocent, oblivious. It came with no warning.
The tears dwelled in her eyes, as she regretted her every wish,
It seemed to her like nothing but an experiment in a Petri dish.
Mom says tomorrow, it will be alright, but her scars, say otherwise
A curse handed down; a million lies, used as their disguise.
She thought back to last week, Aaron stared at her from across the room
She felt herself growing weak, he'll be asking for my number real soon.
She turned away, but wasn't mistaken as she saw his figure from the corner of her eye
A million thoughts rushed through her head that day; felt something between her thighs.
Less than twenty minutes later, that same girl sat in the girls restroom stall,
She cried asking God to please make it all go away. She was his thrall.
It didn’t take long, no, no. God granted her wish, he did the best that he could.
The nightmare began here; down on her knees wishing she somehow misunderstood.
Mammograms on day one, an ultrasound the next, a CT scan here, PET scan to be sure
The minutes went by ever so slowly, crawling and biting at her skin, everything a blur.
The word mastectomy rang in her head like the bells of a church, the hour has struck
They spoke to mama, about therapy, about time, about love, who gives a fuck!
Maybe I should’ve told Aaron, I am a proud owner of a DD, taking a look down
My nipples sort of remind me of your puppies’ nose; small, and brown.
Did you want to touch them, here and now? We could take a quick break from class
Like I told you, I am proud… I am happy…of them, my breasts, before they were broken like glass
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