Since I can remember myself
I’ve been going for blood transfusions.
No one bothered to explain why that had to happen
All I knew was that every six weeks I had to go
and stick needles up my arm and transfuse blood
All I knew was that the kids at school called me names
like sick, anaemic and wouldn’t play with me
I remember like yesterday at the age of eleven when my best friend
the one who I shared my desk with came to school crying
after hearing her mum saying
that it’s a shame I will die
befor…
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Posted on August 24, 2009 at 7:11am —