HIV poem

The Press, supress, our stories of happiness. They try to define us, as "Suffering Headliners". No one writes when the virus has refined us, Given us gratitude, a loving attitude. The media just want...

So much has been on my mind. I’m frustrated every time I turn around. I’m sick of the hurt and killings. I’m sick of listening to folks say I’m winning. I’m tired of babies being hurt and abused. I’m...

I am invisible, yet you see me everywhere I am grief and despair I feed off ignorance and fear. I am caution thrown to the wind I have a beginning with no end. I am anger, I am shame I've spent...