An Old Poem From Long Ago

On my 14th birthday,

My present was leukemia

And on the day came surgery

Wires all over my body,

Chained forever with my medicines,

Yet none of those things bothered me

They don't frightened me

I just simply don't care and fight

My joy and reason for living

Was my first-born nephew

Who made me laugh and smile

No matter what misery came

His exsistence was enough for me

When I returned to school

A group of kids spoke so casually,

"We're all gonna die in the year 2012."

Which was the year my treament would end

Anger and fury build up within me 

As I grab my pen and began to write

My speech for English class

"Forgive me for saying this,

But you are sick people.

How would you like to say those cruel words

To a sick child who wants to live

And be free from cemo.

Saying such words 

Crushes our dreams . . . our future . . .

. . . And our hopes.

Think before you speak."