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By Michael Friedman
She’s the girl who shines too bright
The doctors call them cancerous tumors
But I prefer to call them sunspots
Not letting the doctors call the shots
She always makes sure to shoot for the stars
Despite being behind bars
Trapped in her envious body
Trying to bring her back down
Keeping her switching between t-shirts and hospital gowns
We both spent several rounds getting injected with chemo
In a sense, we lost our innocence
Cashing in childhood
Letting the loan mature
Not knowing we misspoke
Leaving us alone and mature
People keep calling us ‘patients’
Missing the double meaning
Needing to be told about how some days keep you in bed, and some
Days you may not want to bother
What isn’t fair is the difference in fare that we’ve had to pay
life a subway with different stops
And the doors are stuck, forcing her train to stay
We had each other to relate,
until my final round was over
I was given the luxury of stepping out of the ring
And while she continued to figure skate and sing
There was something brewing
She was given no sugarcoat to keep her warm
The swarm of thoughts returned
Leaving her stomach churned and left her with a 3rd degree burn, before she could get her first
Despite all this, she becomes brighter
I don’t know from where, but she learned to be a fighter
Even when the workload is no lighter
She lights the world on fire
Sparking a flame, No one ever had to ignite-her
Refusing a lack of cure
She moved doctors
Hoping to foster positivity
Hoping her attitude will contrast lab results
With her
Shooting for the stars didn’t require a catapult
But in the end
We were both on a mission to be in remission
Her cancer returned, so she didn’t
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