Aids angel

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Aids angel

You try to replay that night over and over again
Fake perception of your mate, your lover, your best friend
When he admits he’s cheated and every thing he’s done wrong
The days he stood out all night long
He says he didn’t protect it
And well now he’s infected
With HIV
And now he sees the stupid mistakes that occurred
And the pain and suffering they’re  going to endure
He looks at her  feeling ashamed
As he see her picking out baby names
She shakes her head and let out a tear
Wondering why she’s going through this 
She couldn’t  help thinking about her baby’s risk
She screams, how can I bring a baby in this world
It’ll be  a deformed, stupid, crippled little girl
As  soon as she could she aborted the baby girl
Not  knowing  she was destined to cure the world
Had every thing played out as it was supposed to
Their would have been a cure for aids in 1992

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

na2011’s Poems (16)

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Me 5
What do you mean? 1
Speak 1
Pimp 0
My back 2
Don’t 0
Grandma 0
Maybe 0
Get by 0
Live 0
Cry 2
starved 0
Aids angel 0
Sticks and stones 0
Think 0
Shadow of me 0