Poems from Power of May

To My Sister
Hemoglobin is redAnd your gown is blueI wish you could get off the bedwithout pain striking youI know that youre a warriorand you will...
Sick of these Cells- A Poem about Sickle Cell Disease
Pain. I dont want it. Suffering. I dont need it. Medicine. I need them, but don't want to.     Because when I am feeling my lowest, you...