I see things through cancer eyes.

My hair isn't just covering anymore

It's the resurrection of the downy fine

Into something resembling female.

My chest isn't just my breast anymore

It's the pain and muscles and scars

Of living through cancer.

My stomach isn't just my belly anymore

It's the churning gurgling life giving system

I don't want to poison.

My mouth isn't just lips anymore

But the pain free, sore less taste sensations

I want to enjoy.

My limbs aren't just appendages anymore

But growing fur and fingernails

Tools to count on.

I'm slowly claiming back my body

But through different eyes.