Posted in 2019, AWARENESS, Death, fight, My Life, poem, Poetic, Poetry, Sickle Cell Anemia, Sickle Cell Awareness

Our Fight

So many dying around us.

Young and old.

Will it ever be a cure.

So many deaths.

I’m tired of reading we lost

Somebody.

Somebody family is hurting

And suffering.

When will our care get better?

She/he fighting for their life.

Sickle cell

Needs a cure

And doctors/nurses who care.

Were tired of getting judge

Just cause you don’t know our pain

And understand our disease

When will y’all do right by us

So many dying

I’m tired of reading we lost

Warriors.

This fight is getting difficult.

Seems nobody cares

So many dying

Young and old

We fighting to live

each and every day.

All we want is just to live

2/10/19
PJ Prim

 

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Posted in 2014, 2018, AWARENESS, Death, fight, God, Journey, My Journey, My Life, poem, Poetic, Poetry, Sickle Cell Anemia, Sickle Cell Awareness

Warrior

So many fighting diseases behind
Close doors…
Breaks my heart to hear
So many losing the battle…
You see our smile,
But not know our pain.
Fighting to live.
Holding back tears
So many warriors dying
From sickle cell, lupus, ms, cancer
And so many other diseases…
I never consider myself a warrior
Warriors coming out the closet
And letting the world know
I’m not a shame, my disease isn’t me.
Warriors are the ones,
Who keeps moving when the
The world has turned there back on us…
Warriors
Keep marching to our heavenly
Father call you home.

4/10/14
PJ

Dedicated to so many falling warriors. Quit judging when you don’t know the whole story! God Bless. Feel as if I can add more.

Wanted to share it again for the month of September to bring more awareness to sickle cell since it was sickle cell awareness month. But as many of you may know I try to share it much as possible.

Posted in 2017, AWARENESS, Death, fight, Health, My Journey, My Life, Sickle Cell Anemia, Sickle Cell Awareness, Update

Rant and frustration

Hey world, 
And welcome to Poets Afterthought, as you all know especially the ones been with me a long time my name was a poetic journey, it’s still my journey. I have sickle cell and been dealing with it all my life. But im truly tired of how we get treated when we go to the Emergency room. Some doctors shouldn’t have a license to treat patients, same goes with nurses. I done had my fair share. I usually keep quiet and don’t say what truly go thru with when I go. I’m just sick and tired of us dying because they believe oh she\he look good. Oh, they count fine, send them home. Basically so we can die and never be seen again. I could go on with the mistreatment we receive. I rather suffer at home than put up with bullshit doctors and nurses.  I know by doing that I’m only hurting myself. I was watching video yesterday and it broke my heart, we have lost another warrior. We are not getting proper treatment. Point blank, we basically get screwed. Some times I have waited over 6 plus hours in the waiting room just to be seen. Plenty time for us get worse and die. I done waited a long time as well in the room after been call to back, so I could be seen by a doctor. Hell, half the time they run around chatting and joking with one another. I think it’s ridiculous for me to have been half dead are near death for them to do they damn job. I’m sick and tired of the mistreatment. If only they knew what we feel they would have more compassion. Just find out we lost another person. Some of these doctors and nurses still think it’s black disease but it’s not. I had to get blood work recently and had to get port access. One tech who they love call to try and stick me, knows I’m a hard person. Well, she just told me in my file it says to access my port. I’m wondering why these idiots not trying to do their job correctly, but rather put me thru more bullshit than my body can take. It’s sad when you have to pray that you’ll have a compassion doctor to actually do what need be done. How are we going fight when it seems the ones who suppose help us is letting us die. 

Posted in 2017, Children, Death, family, poem, Poetic, Poetry

Quit Saying…

Quit saying
Not my child
Not my child
Too many children dying young
We need start doing our jobs to protect them
We have to stop forgetting where the parents and not they friends
We have forgotten the value of life
We’re killing our young generation
Poison they mind
They have turned to social media
For attention…
We have stopped caring till it’s too late
Not my child
Not my child
I’m sick and tired of seen missing children
When are we going to start making time for different things
And focus on our children…
First thing to come out your mouth is
Not my child
Not my child
Stop it
And watch what’s going on
Going on

6/17/17

By: PJ
P.S this poem truly touches me deeply. After learning young girl lost her life. Missing child, devasted mom, town coming together as one. Praying for a safe return, having our hearts broken when her body is turned up. We got to do better without kids. Keep an eye on them and who we bring around them. Too many have gone missing and not return, are to return in a body bag. What the hell going on with the world harming children.

Posted in 2016, Death, family, Friends, God, Life Lessons, prayer, Prayers, Praying, Thoughts, Thoughts!!!!

Heartbroken

Hello World,
Hope everyone of you doing good. Today I receive bad news. I’m not good on grieving.  The world is crazy place. I don’t watch the news anymore because tired of all the heartache. When will we wake the hell up and start loving?  With all the hate going on. We are failing our country. We are showing the new/next generation just how to hate. My emotions are everywhere. Yes, we all die, but to die such a gruesome way is just despicable. When will we stop letting hate drive us to sin and take someone life. I pray ya’ll are well and your love one’s know  just how much you love them. Please please hug them and say you love them. Pick up phone, call, text. From my heart to yall. I love each and everyone of you all. God Bless

Posted in 2016, Death, family, fight, God, Goodbye, Health, poem, Poetic, Poetry

Preparing

image

To say goodbye….
Its heartbreaking…
To hear you have lost…
The will to fight…
You have refuse to even…
Try…
I hear they are bringing in reinforcers
as last resort….
To hear you lose…
Who you use to be…
Breaks my mother’s…
Heart. .
Preparing…
To not have you here…
Anymore is heartbreaking….
You was the woman to keep the…
Family together….
Today…
We got the call…
You coded…
The burden became too much. .
My God….
I thought you would be here …
A little longer….
Me and my mom…
Was just talking…
About you and how the old you
we thought returned… 
But God needed you more…
Preparing is no more…
Death is all around me…

2/18,21/16
~PJ~

I bn working on dis poem for a few days. I didn’t know how to finish it and I honestly thought I had plenty time to finish it before she pass. No matter how often you think you may have more time with a love one. You need to let them know how you feel. Tomorrow isn’t promise to anyone, no even a second, minute. Tonight I find out I lost a family member as well. So the poem hits me even harder then before

Posted in 2015, Blessed, Death, family, God, Health, My Journey, poem, Poetry, Pray, Update

Update

Hello Everyone,

 

I hope everyone is well. I know its been awhile since I posted. I bn enjoying life and few hospital stays. But other then that all is well. Got heartbreaking news today, we lost a love one on my mother side right before the holidays. Always heartbreaking lose a love one, even more heartbreaking when its right before holidays. God doesn’t make any mistakes, that much I know.  I have decided to leave in a few months, I need get away. Part of me feel like I’m running away from certain things in my life, but part of me doesn’t. I need change in my life. I will come home and visit as much as possible. God work in mysterious ways. Im getting the opportunity to get my work publish, so Im excited about that. SO in the new year, I’ll be busy typing up old and new work and trying get everything that need be copyrighted.  I’ll try get back into blogging as much as possible. I have bn reading post and trying to like and comment. I have check up tomorrow with my sickle cell doctor. So I’m hoping for good news, since I haven’t been feeling my best lately. I pray everyone have a good Christmas and New Year. I shall post more or another post soon. God Bless:)

Posted in AWARENESS, Death, fight, Health, hear me, My Life, poem, Poetry, Sickle Cell Anemia, Sickle Cell Awareness, Thankful

My Life

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 our..

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 tired of been

mistreated..

some die in pain…

because of the abuse from

the one’s…

who supposed to help us..

Do that make you all happy?

see so many dying?

Technical I’m not finish 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 cure for us.

Posted in 2014, Children, Death, God, poem, Poetic, Poetry

Bless the Little Children

So many dying left and right….

So many are been abused…

by the one’s whose supposed to

love & protect…

My heart cry’s out for the

CHILDREN..

Bless the little Children

Bless the one’s

who have lost the fight….

Dear God..

Why such hate…

for our children…

I’m sick and tired of reading

and hearing abuse

done to our future….

What’s really going on?

My God

My God

I’m tired of such hate and pain

Bless the little Children..

2/2/14

PJ

I wrote the poem a few months ago, and wasn’t satisfied with it, but I had and was ready to share. I’m tired of hearing little one’s dye, we got to be more careful… Do let me know what you all think and God Bless:)

I may still tweek it some, so bare with me

Posted in 2014, Death, Health, Journey, My Journey, poem, Poetic, Poetry, Sickle Cell Anemia

Warriors

So many fighting diseases behind
Close doors…
Breaks my heart to hear
So many losing the battle…
You see our smile,
But not know our pain..
Fighting to live..
Holding back tears
So many warriors dying
From sickle cell, lupus, ms, cancer
And so many other diseases…
I never consider myself a warrior
Warriors coming out the closet
And letting the world know
I’m not a shame, my disease isn’t me..
Warriors are the ones,
Who keep moving when the
World has turn there back on us…
Warriors
Keep marching to our heavenly
Father call you home..

4/10/14
PJ

Dedicated to so many falling warriors. Quit judging when you don’t know the whole story! God Bless.. Feel as if I can add more..