How can I speak…
when I’m only one
person…
You seem to look…
at me crazy…
Cause of the pain.
and you don’t understand…
Yes,
I’m one in a million…
So many of us or losing.
the fight…
So thankful for the one.
who fought with me.
You may not hear me…
But I know many hear me.
and join me to fight for ours.
rights.
Do you hear me?
I hate to yell but hell.
my pain is that intense…
NO act.
over here.
We want Justices…
done…
We are tired of been
mistreated.
some die in pain…
because of the abuse from
the ones…
who supposed to help us.
Do that make you all happy?
see so many dying?
~PJ~
Technical I’m not finished with it but wanted to get it up, while I have the time and strength to share. I wanted to share it last month since it was Sickle Cell Awareness Month. But you all know its every day for me… Do enjoy and let me know what you think. The poem says a lot, so many sickle cell warriors have died this year. We don’t have it easy when we go to E.R/hospital. Since so many don’t know what it is or what we go through. We get sent home in pain or mistreated while been in hospital. I know you all have read a few of my post, and know I had could not so good nurses and doctors. I’m praying for a cure for us.
Day 19. Something I wanted to repost again. I can’t believe I didn’t add a date it was written. Do enjoy and God Bless
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