Sickle Cell, Sickle Cell

Sickle Cell, Sickle Cell How can I conquer this World of Hell? Sickle Cell, Sickle Cell I compel this sickle cell to dispel This illness that one cannot smell Sometimes is a pain beyond hell Each day is a blessing when you are well Which day can you tell? Which scent can you smell? Sickle Cell, Sickle Cell Hey can you spell? Sickle Cell, Sickle Cell Today I am bound to my motel Why not come out of your shell? Than hide in my painful shoulders that swell My friends will never know when it is farewell This is an illness one cannot fairly buy or sell I wish I could round this up in a nutshell My body each day rings endlessly alarm bells This World I live in is spiritually parallel My thoughts are refined to those of an infidel And I question ‘Shall I dwell on resigning to sickle cell? ' Or do I continue to fight this nightmare of a bombshell? Dedicated to all those who suffer from Sickle Cell. Copyright 2019 Lovina Sylvia Chidi