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America's Nightmare — by Jemal Yarbrough

Cue “Run This Town” by Jay Z from his Hits Collection Vol 1, put it on repeat, flash to another waiting room, another place where nurses don’t look at you or can’t remember her name, surrounded by some smiling, others crying, some just blank and others just there. Time ticks. The music goes on and the heart expands, and in those 4 minutes, you look around the dreary room and say “we gonna run this town tonight.” Flash to the car, hitting 100 miles an hour, feeling like 200, and you keep the song on repeat, nothing else will do, this song, this Anthem, gotta break the rules, I don’t care, I am gonna run this town tonight. I pledge the allegiance to her, this is almost over, a small bump, blip in the radar of life, we got this baby. Almost there.

Time becomes meaningless, only the music remains, the thoughts only her, willing her to hear your heart, almost there babu, the finish line is coming up. All your love, all your work, everything you got, give it to him now (quoting Rocky 4, Duke’s speech to Rocky in the last round versus Drago), and then another line hits me (He’s cut, you see, he’s a man, he’s not a machine. He’s hurting. No pain, no pain!) and suddenly Cancer is our Drago, you ain’t so bad. We are coming to the final around soon, and your are cut, and guess what: we run this town. No pain. All our love, all our happiness, all our dreams, all our hopes, desires, just around the corner. We have just begun, we didn’t pick the fight but we are going to end it with a knockout. The only way to live baby because we run this town.