Let me just say before you read this poem, there are estimated to be 40 -50 thousand women in the UK who were given the toxic PIP breast implants.  This poem is just about one small group of women coming together wanting to help each other but also wanting to help others.  I hope there are other similar groups out there supporting each other.  However, at the end of the day it needs the voices of all women with PIP implants to come together and make the UK Government and Dept of Health see sense, there is a duty of care, because we are seeing lives destroyed through ill-health caused by the toxins leaking from these implants.  I certainly do not want to see another beautiful young woman take her life, because no one would help her 😦

Nine Women

by

Carol Robson

 

Nine women with no connection

living their lives, blissfully unaware

that news would send them in another direction

panic and cries for help, for nobody seemed to care.

 

Nine women told, you have PIP breast implants

created en Mas, and given to you without regard

consequences for your health, feeling like pants

body, mind and soul now in torment and scarred.

 

Nine women searching for answers in despair

who will help? For some of you the clinics don’t listen

days full of tears and heartache, does anybody care?

Hopes and dreams in shreds, as your lives are rewritten.

 

Nine women needing help, decide to do something about it

savings now gone, as you’re asked to pay again

to be rid of toxic implants that make you feel like shit

as you realise you’re not alone, your life enters a new domain.

 

Nine women finding each other, coming together as one

not sitting on their backsides, a purpose of lives to enhance

together to help each other, until the PIP’s are gone

wanting your lives back, despite your problems of finance.

 

Nine women inspired by a tenth, your Guardian Angel

a friend guiding you, with help and advice to reach new highs.

Inspiring you as one to get you through this living hell

an angel, side by side with the Nine, as they reach for the skies .

 

Nine women with their angel and wonderful allies

standing tall, rising above all to help each friend

always there for each other, through lows and highs

together raising funds, until the bitter end.

 

Marching onwards, to do whatever it takes, they will troop

A force to be reckoned with, are this PIP friends group.

© Carol Robson 2012