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How so much bad can happen so fast to one person, one church-going, choir-singing, cat-loving woman.
She says only God knows.
But I want to know when that answer stops being good enough for the women in my family who do good-good-good and never say no.
I want to know when this God we pray to on Sundays before dinner, stops seeming so gift-giving, so bountiful to Diane, eldest dutiful daughter, when in two years this God takes her husband by heart attack, job by recession, kidney by cancer and later the lungs, the very breath she so thankfully, faithfully exhaled when the doctors said they got it all, left kidney removed whole, leaving only a fresh scar that crisscrossed the one from the birth of her son.
I ask my mother again how so much bad can happen so fast to one person. She sighs and cannot give me an answer we both believe.
Sami Schalk is a feminist poet from Southgate, Kentucky. Sami is a Cave Canem fellow and member of Women Writing for (a) Change. Her work has appeared or is forthcoming in CC&D, Diverse Voices Quarterly, The Battered Suitcase, Gargoyle Magazine and elsewhere. Currently, she is a doctoral student at Indiana University in Gender Studies.
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