From the recording Breast Cancer Pink
Kate collaborated on the writing of this song with a friend of hers who was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 29. “Breast Cancer Pink” challenges the commercialized, “pink” nature of breast cancer narratives and culture. It insists that artistically expressing feelings of anger and sorrow in response to dealing with a breast cancer diagnosis can be a healing experience. Written from the perspective of one young woman's experience with breast cancer, this song represents a different telling of the breast cancer experience. Adam Popowitz plays electric guitar, Toby Peter plays bass, Richard Brown is on drums, and Kate plays acoustic guitar and sings the vocals. Chelsey and two of her "cancer buddies" sing backup vocals on the final chorus. To find out more about Kate's collaborative songwriting service, go to the dashboard of this website and click on Our Lives in Song.
I think I’ve got everything under control, it’s going to be fine, it’s going to be fine I’m just trying to find a way to hide this new body of mine I’ve got me some of those loose-fitting, with-the-sleeves-rolled-up- Hipster-boyfriend-button-down shirts to pull around my chest Shirts that make me look like I wouldn’tIf you saw me undressed
But there’s one more problem, I want to feel normal again, I want to look normal again I want to look like what people expect normal should look like Whatever normal should look like, what does that look like? I need to fill in this space the surgery left behind Something to cover up this scar zigzagging across my ribcage and my mind
Chorus Cuz they took my left tit away Like they didn’t even give a shit And I’m on the brink of a fit of rage Cuz all I’m surrounded with is Breast cancer pink
At the lingerie store it’s all about the perfect rack from that straight male fantasy Whether it’s Victoria’s Secret, or the store for women like me with partial mastectomies But excuse me, what’s so perfect about Bras for chicks with no left tit, trying to make me look all flawless This is one more space in which my body just doesn’t fit Chorus Cuz they took my left tit away Like they didn’t even give a shit And I’m on the brink of a fit of rage Cuz all I’m surrounded with is Breast cancer pink Everywhere I turn all I see is this ghastly pastel shade Pink bows, pink lace, pink ribbons, pink panties all over the place What’s any self-respecting, no-left-breasted, post-structural feminist supposed to think? What can I say? This gendered cancer game feels like a straitjacket to me Bridge And they call us all warriors, as if we’re fighting a war Then they call us badass survivors when we don’t die Well, warriors don’t wear pink lace lingerie And survivors don’t hide behind little bows So gimme some underwear with attitude Gimme some red and black gitch Stitch it up with rhinestones and spikes But nothing proper and nothing lady-like, no! Chorus Cuz they took my left tit away Like they didn’t even give a shit And I’m on the brink of a fit of rage Cuz all I’m surrounded with is Breast cancer pink