I will run for her,
she will never know,
win or lose, show
my emotions or deferred,

we are not kin or kindred,
we barely know, of the other,
she has a brother and a father,
and she has two mothers, at least,
                step-sister let's say,

make that three moms, and scores of others,
friends, she is not alone to fight the disease,
no, it is not a charity event my run, it is out in the rain,

to wrestle with emotions,
small rogue waves on an ocean,
Of disgust, with me,
I don't F'ing know her, see?

She lives across the sea where she got
treatment for the first cancer battle,
because "we don't do that type here"
if that is not enough to rattle,
an above average brilliant, pianist,
like her, then I will still run,
because I am sick and I am tired, and sweat and tears
look the same when you run,
in the rain alone, for breast cancer.