IT IS TRUE (Poem)

Until cancer,

I constantly questioned myself

and doubted her.

Now on bad days, I remember

my ancestors had to learn to

survive the worst, too.

Pain ain’t nothin new.

In me,

their blood runs through.

It is true

that I am my grandmother

returned.

It is true that my thanksgiving

will be well-earned.

Fire

has the ability to burn

or refine.

Guess that’s why I

shine like a new dime

and age like fine wine.

Farah Lawal Harris

Farah Lawal Harris is an artist and breast cancer survivor who inspires people to overcome obstacles and be well. Through vulnerable storytelling, writing, and theatre, Farah makes people feel less alone and more able to tap into their personal power to be their best, creative selves.

https://www.farahlawalharris.com
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