HIV
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There are parts of one's self that can be change and there are parts of one's self that can't be changed.
If your hair is naturally Brown , It can be changed to Orange if one so chooses it to be.
I see my people walking through the streets covered in a graffiti of shame and pain,
A depression that came from the time of apartheid,
Walls covered in memories of frustration,
Dear Father
I heard stories, how you'd beat her,
from the neighbour,
when I was younger;
then you stole her_________
mother's necklace, just to spoil your little lover.
I watched as the fire died in her eyes. I knew it when she succumbed to the overpowering fight
I felt it when the life drained from her cold fingers
I felt her once lively arms go limp in my tightly-gripping palms
I got aids.
I got em real bad.
Every day i get up to find true love,
i look in the bars, and the cars and the stores,
but when we hit the sack and do loves chores,
I give them my aids.
He rests encaged
his heart entangled as the Little Red Raven has done.
The school children shout, they jeer, and laugh, as they say:
Aye! It’s you who got pecked by the Little Red Raven
It has been a long tiresome day .
But for some reason, I don’t want to go home .
Oh, I know why I don’t want to go home yet.
I need to put a few in me first.
"Your Honor,
I didn't mean it,
I know it's my fault,
I didn't mean it.
My intentions were good,
won't you believe it?
It happened so fast I couldn't see it."
He ain't wanna hear it
It can be given to you
It can be passed on
There’s no way to avoid it
As long as you move along
You're crying ,sick and your pain is so badIf only you would have listen to the plan I hadSaying no to drugs and sex is not a crimeI have said no over a thousand times
I have a disease
It makes me ill
But I was born with it
It ain't rare
It's like the new plague
I was born with it
Nobody wants to be with me
Cuz they'll catch it too
10101: my home.
A place of beauty, nature, tranquility,
serene.
And yet here we are.
Victims.
Homelessness, poverty, pride, HIV
AIDS.
We all want to be happy. Fall in love, get married.
We all want that fairy tale ending.
We fail to see the evil in the poeple we say we love. Because we don't know what love is. Or the damage it does.
Hear me out, he said
And as the tears drip down my face
My energy begin depleting
This happens to over one in 45 people
She’s not that popular
Not many know her name
She’s not the type to play around
She’s not with those games
Independence and self-worth
Not looking for a Net Worth
Just wants to be successful
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My mind wanders to the night that still seems blurry,
“No one has to know,” he whispered
“but I don’t want to,” I thought
the words failed to escape my mouth
I was trapped in my own thoughts.
"You don't know what I say in my mind
Close to my heart"--"get your face out of their behind!"
"You think you're so this and so that
all that pride and ego talking, take a seat"...so she sat
If I could choose just one job where would I even start?
I'm told that happiness and love is but endorphins in a brain
And yet I feel it rushing through my heart
I have never had sex
They judge me as a prude
It hurts my heart
Them being so rude
I want him to love me
But he won't for sure
He thinks me a tease
Easy to lure
Ladies, do y'all not hear,
What's goin on in this world? Lemme make this clear.
About 300 THOUSAND women contracted AIDS in the year,
2007 alone. Now that's a number everyone should fear.
She averted her eyesAnd twiddled her thumbsAnd shifted her weightOnto her other foot.
And finally she told himAnd his eyes widenedAnd he threw a pillowAnd left the room.
Three years have passed since,
There is no salvation from the mistakes,
From the agony and pain I have caused my friends and kin.
From the wrong I have done in this grim,
This grimmest of days, months, years.
Oh the irony,
To be in such disparity,
And yet so merry and gay,
Is this right is this O.K.?
Do you think he was the same way?
Witty Whitman and his writing foreplay?
AIDS is real
I hate condoms
Oh yes I know we want to feel every side of it
HIV doesn’t seem real when you are having the best feeling in the world
You don’t think about AIDS when you pay visit to the vagina
You see it's only HIV
Not just you and me
We tumble around
Go neck to neck
Until we're on the ground
Never L-O-V-E
Not in this generation
Social media is plaguing us
With self hatred
You've walked this side before,
And I've seen your time wary face.
Seasons made you older, lines are drawn
That cannot be erased.
No one taught me how to be "Human"
Becoming Immune to this life Deficiency
Hello my name is Virus
Standing in the line of fire
I became the desire
Of two whom were unprotected
And now share my infectious
Oh Ya, By The Way
Last night while you creeping around with that guy you met from the club,
I was already with him.
When you got home to your man and yall made sweet love,
I began to flow right through him.
Denis holds her, tender loving, brand new to the world An unwritten sheet, ready to live Denis smiles, happy again. This new life has healed him from the loss of Johnny.
I was appealed by your appearance
not gone lie i was intrigued by you
but could you keep me
played my cards right i had a full house
but i guess you held the out
roses left at my door step again
(poems go here) I laid on her
like paper did to rock and suddenly we both refused to shoot out what exactly it is that sizer through our layers of mentally striped blue margins,
Red, the color of passion
Red, the color of hate
Red, the color of pure blood
Red, the color of a curse
Outcasted by the world,
His body is my hearse
Abstinance to Prevent Teen Pregnancy
The practice of refraining from sexual activity for psychological, social or reasons religiously. Psychologically, you prevent the possibility of pregnancy, STDs, and extra responsibilities.
Think before you do it
Think before you risk everything
Yeah he’s cute
And he has a great smile
But think before you do it
There’s always a chance you will not be respected
She still remembers him.
The only man to know her touch
She gave him all she had to offer
but he didn't leave her much
more than some memories.
The only ones she'll ever know.
which head did you use
the one on you neck or the one at the waist
a discrace what a waist of my mind body and time because the head on your waist
has a different agenda each time
my o my why o why
Aigh’t, aigh’t, aigh’tLet me find a better was to explain this to you cause I see you have some difficulty understanding the bullshit so, I’m gonna give it to you the way my mother gives it to me- raw and uncut.
