Cancer

You took my brother You tried to take my mother, With sickness you are a conniver. But, I will not let you win I will laugh at you and I will grin, As I am a true survivor. If you want, you can make me sick But, the bucket I won't kick, Even if you cause me to lose my hair. You I will mock and I will beat I will not ever feel incomplete, And I will not! live in sorrow and despair. You took away my mom's breasts You caused her to get sick from tests, To you, that was probably just a joke. You don't care who we are You randomly pick us out from afar, And you don't care, if we don't even smoke. The question is, what will I do? And what medicines will I choose, Victory! is my only answer. You are my enemy and my foe From this life I will not just let go, I hate you, and I despise you, my cancer. Randy L. McClave