My Life Is Strange [A poem for sickle cell victims]

in poem •  6 years ago 

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My hemoglobin is altered, wrongly shaped
Now you see me as a pony tail
Please stop treating me that way
Simply because my health is frail

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You say my life is strange
I am the first on the list of sickness aim
Weak more times than seven days
Please stop treating me that way

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Every little pinch gives me pain
And like my red blood cells, I should fail
You stigmatize me in every way
Just because I am strange

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I am a product of my parent's mistake
Or say of their stubborn faith
So you see me a mistake or shame
Just because I am strange

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But I will prove you wrong over and again
I will fly to the highest plain
Above your thoughts and words I will reign
Yes, 'cause I am strange.

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