I have two eyes, just like you do
So what if they’re sometimes a yellowish hue?
They see just as clearly, and water just as freely
As yours, they open and shut just as quickly
Don’t make fun of my yellow eyes
I’m not a lesser being, please realize
My cells may sickle and cause me pains
But the same red blood flows in my veins
Your limbs may be stronger, mine are longer
Thus my embrace, wider; and my reach, farther
My heart beats faster, but that’s no disaster
The fact that it beats is the heart of the matter
You may choose to label me ‘sickling’
Or call me a sad, sorry weakling
A shame indeed, for it takes great strength
To fight daily battles that span life’s length
To face a disease that you’d rather deny
To choose to live when it seems easier to die
But to do all that and surpass the norm
By constantly ranking top of the form
Is a feat that’s worthy of great applause
Not something to gloss over with nary a pause
To smile while I run a difficult race
Can only be done by a divine grace
If we traded places, you just might find
A walk in my shoes makes life unkind
So don’t make fun of my yellow eyes
Gaze into them, and you’d be surprised
At the beauty beneath the seeming flaws
Of my eyes, which are as priceless as yours!
Happy World Sickle Cell Day, to all the survivors, and those who love us!
- Lady I.