1. THE CRY OF CHILDREN DYING OF AIDs
I feel the deepvibrationinme that criesout loudthoughthe smilesonmyface hide them,
We see,feel,react,aimat happinessandwe are mosttimestakenupby the silverthatcomeson our
plates
Not knowingthatinthe silverthere are stingsthatthrow sparks afterenteringthemI can't manage
to come out of it.
My heartpumpslike adrum beatenbecause of the self stigmaleftindenial,beingdiscriminated
Justbecause I wasborn HIV positive
Lost hope justlike ablindpersonwhoalwaysknow thatitis alwaysdarkbut realisesitismorningby
the soundsof the birdssigninginthe morning,
The trust I hadin myheart has beentakenawaybythe riverthat flowsforwardandneverflows
backwards.
Notbecause I wishbutI cry out loudfor someone whocanlistentome acceptrespectme as I do,
showme the rightdirectiontogo to butdon’tpay me back withbetrayal,
My heartis broken,Ifeel depressedinavacuumoppressedwithnooxygen,
My strengthisonlycomingoutof whatmy writingwithtearsrollingdownmycheeks,
Because evenmyownpeople are betrayingme whomIcall my strengthandI trusted,whenIhad
done no badto them,
God here mycry, if sorise up am drowninginthe oceanwhichhas frozen upwithice,
Stop treatinguslike thiscause itwas notour wishto have us deliveredwiththe virus
All whatI needissomeone toleanon,someone tolistentomycry,someone totell me Iwill be fine,
have equal considerationlikeotherchildren,toaccessmedical care,have goodfood,and address
our viewsinpolicymaking.