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 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