THE PROBLEM

by Camille Prod’homme

"I didn’t trust any doctor

To their words I closed the door

Escaping examination room

Postponing the “soon”

To a far away,

which I hoped could last a long time

In this way,

I would have protected my mind.

From stress, fears of having a problem.

A woman’s one, I though “another, again”.

Campaigns and flyers gave me information

I have to check if there is a deformation,

Nipple discharge or any mark

Something which seems particular

I didn’t find anything special

But prevention is elemental

When he says yes, or positive

What he said? I wanted to leave

My brain stopped listening I guess

In my head, beginning of a mess

My femininity involved on it

Is breast cancer can kill it?

I didn’t trust any doctor

But on this day, I had to, for

Myself, my health, my future

Ourself, research, start a cure

Now I understand

The problem is not being ill

It’s when you stand

And we are ignoring the hill

Everything can be overcome

We just need support to get home."