Hemophilia The Royal Disease

I’m no royalty, but I got the gene
The gene that I’ll pass down to a carrier
Who’ll be like the crown bearer
A crown of thorns to be cast onto the next

And like a chain it binds the victim
It confines them to a life of precaution
Cause our joints can’t take much
From time to time they bleed, it hurts like a thorn

But unlike the hierarchy this is random
The bearer can be anyone
And cause it doesn’t follow a pattern
It’s hard to monitor and a pain when it attacks

It’s carried in the x chromosome
And because we boys question it with our y
It’s us who fall victim to it
Having to suffer It’s wrath

To ease the swellings we got injections
We call it factor and its a big factor,
To consider self infusion
Cause our life’s depend on it

But in place of factor when there’s none
We have to take rest after an attack
Ice it down to cool or compress it to cool
Cause if it doesn’t we forced to elevate it