In memories of children who died and who have been struggling to survive with HIV.
You were meant to be born, You were meant to be seen
A reminder of memory, to those who created you as a victim
flawed, from the very beginning
life stands a curse, ignorant of your grief..
Cruel as it is, but you must live.
Survive the few days, fight for it
accept the truth and sleep in peace
“that you are infected”
Infected even before you settled in the womb
Infected because the virus claims the domains of you
There is a essence of your life, however, that you must know
A reason to why you were conceived and the sequence of events it followed
A club, a random night, an unknown stranger
A sour truth, you must never hinder to remember
And ‘stop’ if you can, from happening all over again
fooling, conceiving and giving birth to the ‘other you’
then being thrown out to the garbage’