I don't even want to do this. I'm so selfish which makes understanding me difficult. I am also selfless to a fault. I draw lines.
So enough about me.
I wrote a blog a while back.
Since I was nineteen you been giving us PLHIV shit about having HIV. Well I had a baby at seventeen. I was married at 22. I buried my first boyfriend to AIDS at 23. I buried my son and my marriage at 24. I walked away from motherhood.
I hid behind my love to volunteer until 2006 when I started ARV treatment. Going to the clinic was all people needed to finally pin me down. I was stalked, chased, hit, humiliated.
I walk with my head high. Yes. I'm selfish. I am tired sometimes but I never quit. I made choices you probably will never have to face.
I'm no one special. I am however worthy. That's your recant.
I am not as you think I am. Your walls must be much bigger and your roots much deeper. Planted in solidarity. Grounded in experience, strength and hope. Stay Beautiful.
