31 October 2012
"Sickle cell trait” the Doctor stated, with no understanding oblivious I waited.
It’s not Sickle cell disease, but a healthy state not Cancer or contagious you've no one to hate.
It’s the white blood cells, that attack all the red. It’s their shape that is altered, to a sickle it’s said.
But how can this be? as I thought I was white? blood's thicker than water, and your skin’s not that light.
Forgive me,for my doubts, It’s just all of the lies. My father’s West Indian that's the truth that ties.
I’m just the same from the outside. I've nothing to hide, It’s what counts on the inside, I’ll take it all in my stride.
I do feel a bit different, I admit that I’ve changed. On accepting my origins my feelings have strayed.
I’m not black or Caucasian just look at my face. I’m not even “half caste” But proud to be “Mixed Race”
As Sickle Cell Trait, to the Middle East it’s related. What does that make me? my race is now stated. My son is also a carrier It’s passed on from my genes Fate has dealt a cruel blow He has my blood, so it seems. In case of any accident We both carry a card Haemoglobins stated It’s the truth that’s so hard. We will both need extra oxygen In an operation, you see Sickle Cell Trait, It seems the traitor’s not me.
Sickle Cell Traitor • Opuss № I