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An illness causes one not to become weak,
For, it is the belief that weakness is of the ill,
Which contributes to making all so bleak,
And you are the one who justifies the real.

This is those for who have undergone the pain
Of AIDS, Diabetes, and all types of cancer;
As I welcome you to the place to remain,
Together, we shall strive hard for an answer.

Come to see more...

This is the only front desk of information,
People came here to find relative or friend,
But you are at your desk of a poor ration,
Because you do not wish to dine again.

Moving on...

The emergency room was for the fatally ill,
Yet no one is hurting or agonizing anymore
Because the pain and illness need not a pill;
Patients you see have traversed a new door.

Pause to the tour...

I can display to you every room here,
But I am not going to prolong your tour;
Your strengths are things that appear
That you believe in yourselves forevermore.

Time has bygone...

This is the race for your lives and for you,
I shall support and so shall many others,
But it begins with believing in things you do;
For, we all are sisters and brothers.

Your illness cannot stop you from living;
You have the right to believe in yourselves,
With this belief in you is very self forgiving
And you shall witness and soon shall all else.

I have a testimonal in store...

As a premie, I had undergone the worse,
Mumps, meesles, chickenpox, heart murmur,
And I still managed to transcend that curse;
Now, my problem is having a bad summer.

I have had the influenza virus and done well
In school, at work, and even on a difficult test;
My point is that many people still could not tell
When I was ill if I performed to my very best.

Life goes on...

A disease or virus shall not keep us down,
We have the power to ascend each step;
We must be motivated to no longer frown,
And take any necessary and essential help.

For, one cannot fight the battle alone,
Takes teamwork to battle for the cure;
I take this given opportunity to make known,
That it is that we all shall feel secure.

My mother told me before...

For every way into a situation so bad,
There are two ways that you could go out;
The first one is death which is so sad,
And other is to see what striving is all about.

AIDS, Diabetes, and cancers
Are a phonomeon to themselves each,
Because, Lamar, none have curable answers,
But the most lethal one which is bleach.

Words of a political one...

Together we stand,
Live to finish the fight
For a precious land
That gave us our right.

United we shall be,
Live to strive for better
As all shall come to see
Us when we are together.

I conclude this tour...

Let's strive together as one,
We are a people and a race;
Humanity must and shall go on,
As we seek cures to take place.

AIDS, Diabetes, and Cancer,
This marks their final stage;
For, we shall obtain the answer
For a cure to start a day and age.