You get little when
You give it up and it ain’t
Appreciated!
(Sex without love is empty.)
Re-inventing my-
Self is the best way to fly
Into my future.
(Don’t get stuck – change how you approach life)
When he pulled back his
Fist, he starred at the lifeless
Face of his best friend.
(Use your brain and not your fist.)
Feelings explode in
Multi-color passion so
Fashion this, AIDS kills.
(HIV can be the consequence of unprotected sex.)
Tears for my Sister
She had no face
She had no name
Her arms like sticks
Her legs the same
I felt her pain
Though probably long gone
I felt the stain
Of a country war torn
AIDS and TB in
Epidemic proportions for real
Hasn’t anyone told them that
These preventable diseases
No one should still feel.
The cemetery across from our hotel
Expands in proportion to the
Growing epidemic.
Outside the clinic a sign reads
“One stop funeral shopping”
How convenient.
Had only the treatment
For AIDS and TB been as convenient
Had only the doctors been plentiful
And the natural herb of South
Not been pirated and
Sold to countries other than
The one from which it originated.
The babies cry,
The mommies and daddies die
The grandmothers try
To take on the weight
Aunties also do what they can
To keep nieces and nephews alive.
How I wanted to reach out to her
And give her some hope
Yet her spirit was already
Some where else.
Her joy was gone
Her hope was gone
The pain was gone
She just was.
Too weak to stand
Too weak to hurt
Too weak to cry
Too weak to die
In my heart I hope that
She has passed on as
That is no way to live.