Sitting in a waiting room
Women and men
waiting
for the newest, best,
latest beautifying, age-reducing
miracle.
I think,
I am out of place....
I am not beautiful,
I am not wealthy,
I am not dressed in fashionable clothes,
But,
my reason for being
in this ritzy-titzy
high priced doctor's
waiting room
is because of
Ugliness...
ugliness of cancer.
Cancer tried to rob me
of everything I
held dear,
but this generous
man, who caters
to the rich and famous
took care of me.
He renewed my life,
He fixed what was wrong,
nipped, tucked, hollowed out,
and removed the ugliness.
Now here I sit
in the same room
of the ritzy-titzy
fashionable and wealthy
men and women
with tanned and leathered,
pulled and tucked,
stick people afraid to eat,
body beautiful people
whose only goal in life
anymnore
is to remain young,
wrinkle-less, trying
to hold on to days gone by.
I think,
here I am sitting in
this waiting room,
I am comfortable in
my skin (even with pain),
I am comfortable in
my clothes, old and faded,
I am sagging, wrinkling,
over-weight, with
hair I fix myself....
These people look
at me,
as if to say,
You are not
one of us,
You will never be
one of us,
and they
look down their noses,
over their stuffed wallets,
and I think,
I
AM
BEAUTIFUL!!!!!