Coma

‘One thing I am trying to teach kids that nobody ever taught me is that nobody is flawless. If somebody says to me that I have bags under my eyes, that I look tired, well, honey, I am tired.’-T Boz (national Spokesperson for Sickle Cell Disease Association Of America.)

Act 1
Crisis talks with my doctor
3 o clock in the morning and
I can’t feel my legs.
O putrid blood
O putrid blood
I feel like I want to die!
A blessing or a curse?
A blessing or a curse?
I rail at God to no avail.

Act 2
Rushed to hospital
My circulation flagging
And a pain akin to hell torments me
-Even my dreams.
These visits becoming more frequent, more regular.
A catastrophe creeping up
As I tread on egg-shells
Wondering how long I have left.
First the light, then the darkness
First the light, then the darkness.
Its always that way.
I drift into a deep, long sleep.

Act 3
I’m free to leave the hospital.
Normal again, with daggers in my veins.
I collect all my get-well cards and fruit
Left for me on the bedside table.
My neighbour has leukaemia-the other one not so lucky.
The big C.
Me? I’m back on my feet again.
Till’ the next time.

By Raymond Enisuoh

Malorie Blackman
See:http://www.myspace.com/malorieblackman

T Boz
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GTkmSJ9Mdw