like a punch
or a pomegranate,
red faced and flaked,
soft swollen,hard baked.
But no need
to go back
to black
just yet;
it's only
skin deep,
unlike ugliness.
In contrast
my hair
looks quite neat
compensating for
the cancer's
one embarrassed cheek.
I would
take a selfie
but the camera
is shy
knowing it
alone
cannot lie.
So I settle
instead
for a painted
red head
to wrap
up my rap
with a splatter and a splash.
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