HIV and Aids

 

Am I a statistic, unaware?

Am I realistic, or a characteristic

Sexism is playing tricks with who I am.

 

I stumble with fear living inside as dark closet gay

Theatrically I am not straight, I had strayed away

From the suicidal thoughts of being ugly.

 

In a world full of pain and suffering

I lived through painful times

Frightened by Aids, embraced by change.

 

Every day is a struggle as my condition persist

For better or for worst with my sexuality

I cope with disease estranged and disgraced.

 

My sex is mistaken for ineffectual and weak

I live in unethical practice of the skin I live in

I’m dying inside, living a lie, with the will to hold on.

 

The fever is broken and the secret is out

My past is behind me

And my dreams are ahead.