Signed HIV

Location

10451
United States
40° 49' 7.4604" N, 73° 55' 37.7904" W

No one taught me how to be "Human"
Becoming Immune to this life Deficiency
Hello my name is Virus

Standing in the line of fire
I became the desire
Of two whom were unprotected
And now share my infectious

Love

To blind for their intelligence
What am I of any relevance
To a Modest Addict Recovery Isn't Assimilated (M.A.R.I.A my aunts name)
This twist of faith awe-inspiring and manipulated

Astonished by the understanding that beauty lies between the eyes
And not between the thighs
The pageant queen was now near-ing a positive test
That needed no cheering

We meet
I greet
For I am here to stay
Once caramel skin tone begins to fade away

Medications soon neglected
Her body now subjected
To the demise under my control
Characteristics warped in my ozone hole

She cries, She lies
We smoke, fly high
She steals, she kneels

At the attention of anyone willing to take her..

Alone
Life spins on a cyclone
Falls ill,
Lies Still,

Deceased, Rest In Peace
Love Truly, signed HIV

Comments

Counselor of Freedom

This poem is dedicated to my aunt M.A.R.I.A who in this poem was the Modest Addict who Recovery Isn't Assimilated for.. Substance abuse and STD's play hand in hand. Let's do our part stay clean and get tested. She was only 16 when diagnosed. Please help save lives!!

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