On bare skin of loss a hand of hope is placed,
A fear of discomfort upon ones touch is chased,
As feelings of hope quickly become replaced,
While beauty is masked for fear of rejection,
And no words uttered would help one to cope,
All this brought on from fearing your own hope.
Dressed to hide and never to be seen again,
Forgive your heart let it feel no more pain,
Realization of what happened, you know
it wasn't fair, but helping others to explain
is now what you have come to declare,
Showing the world to handle oneself with care.
Now upon your top a pink ribbon is placed,
Showing everyone proudly what you have faced,
Proud for now you can also help other too,
With what they fearfully are going through,
"Just remember to get checked before its too late"
These are the words that helped change your fate.
