A Blessed Curse
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Since the beginning I can remember;
That red light on my little finger.
That same light; I visualize.
The sad look in my mother’s eyes,
And the droning levels of my cries.
It’s commencing.
My father stunned, and taken aback.
The amount of words there of we lack.
I was too young to know what I was there for.
All I can remember is a silhouette by the room door.
I was young and unaware; I wish I knew more.
It’s progressing.
As a toddler, I am caught.
As a child, I am taught.
Pre-teen memories, I’ve shed multiple tears.
Multiple tears that concealed my fears.
Through middle school, and all of these years.
It’s permanent.
Learning to live with this condition;
Has proved to be a challenging transition.
A doctor’s visit, medication, and blood vial;
With them all I reconcile.
Through this curse, I stand on trial.
I’m an experiment.
In high school it was the same.
Played so terrible, my medical game.
Some people ask to know something about me.
I’d say I had diabetes ever since I was a baby.
They’d look in disbelief and the truth they want to see.
It’s exposed.
Ninth through twelfth grade was a major test.
To get through a day with balance, I was blessed.
I graduated and have the chance to indulge in our reality.
The life I live is sustained through responsibility.
I would not be here if I did not listen to my family.
I am composed.