The Poetry Book
Treacherous Titties
Breast cancer stories are often taboo. On average, 2.3 million women get breast cancer worldwide. The coronavirus-19 pandemic caused delays in diagnosis and management. Latinos in America have the highest incident of Cancer. Latinas are more likely to be diagnosed at a younger age and with more aggressive cancers. Black women have 40% higher death rate from breast cancer than any other racial and ethnic groups, despite having slightly lower incidence than White women.
If you have just been diagnosed with breast cancer or know someone who has, remember grief is important. If a woman decides to get reconstruction it’s not “a free boob job” and if she doesn’t, flat is beautiful and great warriors have scars. Don’t give advice or try to fix it, the best thing you can do is hold someone hand.
Treacherous Titties
Psst……
Have you checked on your titties lately?
I would highly advise on a regular, to check those boobies
Take the twins out for a stroll
Shake them down
Corner them in the shower
Touch those lovely chi chis
Do the hoo has have bumps and lumps?
Is there teta discharge?
Do those lady lumps hurt?
Have them big ol’ jugs grown?
have you checked them fó real?
Like parenting ads in the eighties
Do you really know what they are up to?
Little treacherous ass titties
Like toddlers
Will ruin some shit if you don’t pay attention
Ponte las Pilas
I was thriving
Hustling
Bustling
Wrapped up in the arms of possibility
Snuggling up at night after a long day of working in the soft belly of safety
Unbeknown to me
Cancer was watching, hating, scheming, growing
She came for me in 2023
to whoop my ass
and she did
But that bitch didn’t know I was bionic
A contradiction
disabled and fly
More hardware in my body than a pimp ass cyborg
This was not my first rodeo
I had a collection of grim diagnoses collecting dust on my shelves
I have a pseudo black belt in surgery recovery
She would not take me down
The pain she inflicted
the destruction and mutilation to my body
would only serve as fuel
as kindling to a roaring fire within
Who did she think she was?
I AM
an immigrant
with immigrant parents
Cancer you need to work ..gurrrrl
No seas huevona!
Because Audre Lorde said we can’t let this pain go to waste
Ponte a trabajar
Andale a limpiar
Turn on the music loud at 6am and grab the fabuloso
Because Cancer
I may have to eat the pain
But you best know
I’m going to shit alchemy
