"Mama told me". A poem in honour of people living with Sickle Cell Aneamia.



A baby cries,



the Doctor stares, 



the people stare



Oh my oh my the say



She has yellow eyes



Oh no oh no, she's no good



Throw her by the river



Leave her in the forest



She's no good, she's no good.



But mama looked at the baby and smiled



She is good she is special



She bent and told me you will be great. 



Years past, the people stared still,  the Doctor stared still.  



Oh my oh my, they said



She has yellow eyes



Oh no oh no She's no good. 



Throw her by the river



Leave her in the forest. 



But mama smiled still,



She is unique.



She turned and told me, 



You will do exploits.  



Now I am grown



Now I am a mama too



And I remember all Mama told me You would do exploits, and yes I have



You would be great,  Yes I am



You would be a good mama, Yes I am. 



I now stare at the starers, the talkers You were wrong Mama was right



I am strong,



I am great



Sickle Cell born or not I am unique.  I know so



Because Mama told me so.

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