To My Sister

Hemoglobin is red
And your gown is blue
I wish you could get off the bed
without pain striking you

I know that youre a warrior
and you will fight until the end
but if I had one wish
this is worth the spend

You have the strength to soar
but this disease acts as shackles
If I could find the cure
There would be no more battles

So if I could change one thing
We both know
That Sickle Cell Disease
Has got to go

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