I never really thought of my life as being a miracle
Although everyone around me did
Always reminding me about all I’ve been through
A rough place I don’t want to go back to or even think about
The sharp silver needles poked in various places on my skin
That cold liquid going from the tall machine into my body
Different people standing over me as we awaited the good or bad news to come
I witnessed all the transformations to my body
From that monster they call chemotherapy
Hair that was once black and full
Flowing from the crown of my head to my shoulder blade
All fell out in a matter of days
My new growth very thin and patchy
Making me dependent on hats and wigs
Once a beautiful caramel chocolate shade
All clean and with an even skin tone
Now completely transformed
With no exposure to the sun at all
Looked at myself in the mirror
Didn’t really know who I was looking at
She looked so different from the girl I was used to seeing
The one I saw before was a bubbly, fun loving beautiful 10 year old
Loved by all her classmates
And the new person there scared me
So many mean word were said
Horrible thoughts came to my mind
Thinking what if it all was true?
What if everything they call me is what I really am?
Slowly I just started shutting myself out
Didn’t say anything to anyone
I didn’t want to get along with them
I began to search for who I really was
Acknowledging the great miracle that happened
Started to see the beauty I possessed
Maybe not by their standards, but definitely by mine
My short, kinky curls make my head one of a kind
My dark succulent skin perfectly distributed all over
A tall goddess I have grown to be
And the sight really satisfies me