Category Archives: BRCA

my child

Your eyes, half-hidden  under a mound of hair, peek out with curiosity and wonder.  Advertisements

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dance with death

Twirl me round with wide, wild steps. Never let go. photo: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Phenakistoscope_3g07690b.gif

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Stigmata

My bloodstained boots  Carry me through doors Into foreign lands And hostile territories. Generations  And generations  Of ancestors  At the mercy of their cells Follow closely behind.

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understanding

Hold my hand so that we may move in ways that are unknown and difficult to comprehend.

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becoming

I have never felt more whole than now, despite coming through a year in which my body has been cut into multiple times and parts have been removed.

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self portrait

c'est moi

c’est moi. oui.

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Warrior Woman by Peter Gaumond

No blade can excise your fierce femininity, no illness withstand the cleansing of your tears. Wounds are swallowed in the embrace of your openness. Sing forth my priestess of transformation.

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