I must admit I have a thing for words and the flow they create. Put the pen to the pad and watch the love they make. Sending chills penetrating through out my body, make my soul gyrate.
Room to grow
The pain that builds inside of me
Gives me a false sense of weakness
There are times when I loose hope and I don't trust God to see me through this
I'm still here so I'm blessed
I have been through so much in this thing called life
It's a cold world fosho
To be perfectly honest I still have room to grow
It's time to spread my wings and challenge myself to do great things
Despite the illness that tries so hard to hinder me keep me complacent repeating the same thing dreaming the same dreams without setting goals
I let it fuel me to do better find the lesson in each pain episode
Turn mind numbing pain into a thought provoking victory
Sickle cell is not who I am it's only what I have
I will no longer let it hold me back
I now have room to grow.
The Blaze of a Crusader
There is a flame that burns so high, deep inside of me,
Like a moth to the flame I bury my emotions that continues to rage inside,
Taking every loss as personal as the first time I cried when I realized that sickle cell killed my mother, she was gone and never coming back, living most of my life in fear that I would be next,
Trying to carry the burden on my own and fill the void that we all see,
The missing pieces, one of the main things we lack,
Rest in peace to all the fallen warriors we miss you all some of us would give anything if we could only just have you back,
You all are the reason I fight so hard,
I will not stop, I will not rest, I will never accept anything less than the exceptional treatment that we deserve,
Not saying we want pity or someone who will kiss up
We just want to be treated like humans instead off anything drug addicts
All the warriors here fighting this beast holding nothing back,
You are not weak, less than or a burden
I am proud of you keep on going,
The best just hasn’t come yet.