Cancer isn’t racist
Cancer like love sees no colour
It consumes the person and it hurts
But unlike love it kills the innocent
Some people see my walking stick as a weakness I see it as a weapon.
Love doesn’t give a shit about your sex, race, religion.
I am not Terminal…ain’t no bus gonna stop here.
Your Identity doesn’t come from the colour of your skin, but from what is within.
A lot of single voices calling out, make a choir