When you look at me what do you see?
Is it my smooth ebony skin or my slanted islandeyes?
Is it my child bearing hips or the thickness of my thighs.
Let me tell you about the things you cant see.
Only a snippet about what it's like to be me.
Behind the beauty is pain you could only imagine
you hear it all the time but you couldn't walk a block in my shoes.
Tainted blood runs through my veins
it's the reason I live with pain.
I wouldn't wish sickle cell on my enemy.
I've learned to deal with it its apart of me. however that part of me causes so much strife in my life.
if only I could "normal" that would be nice.
its unfortunate that the hospital has become my second home
and most of the time I'm there alone.
I'm not writing these words for sympathy
just thought I'd let you see a more vulnerable part of me.
©islandeyes
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