MY PAIN IS NOT ME
My Pain Is Not Me
THE ONE THAT I CALL HE
The One That I Call HE"
He loves me
He loves him some me
He never leaves my side,
And within my every step
This "guy" he is my stride .
How do I know he loves me ?
Was it something that he said ?
It's cause he's always there you see
When at night I rest my weary head
He hurts me sometimes ,
So many times to be exact ,
But somehow I always find ,
The strength, to keep my soul intact .
Day in , day out, when I'm up and about
That "guy" he whispers in my ear
"Don't get too full of yourself "
And forget I'm running the show here .
He calls me beauty ,
But how can beauty be ?
When deep in beauty there lies within,
"He " who is the beast
And I've taken my blows
I don't let them show,
And with a smile I let them hide
For his name it's Sickle Cell
And I'm keeping "him " inside !!
For all my fellow sicklers.