For world AIDS day.
To me, to you.
No - to the voices that echo from the far corners of this
They speak; not to me but of me
And the bane utterances bruise me because they can’t get
The quieter the vocalization, the deeper the cuts and I bleed
But there’s no dispensation because to them I’ve already
bled my last drop in that moment of sensation gone bad.
And I know, that you know it hurts.
But you don’t even care that it could have been you in my
And now, I’m no longer human; stripped from the person that
A product of circumstances. But who cares?
In your world, now I’m just – “IT”
Trapped in the corners of this deafening silence, I’m afraid
to be frightened.
But does it even matter to you that I actually feel?
The hatred, the shame, the discrimination, oh how I’d give
anything for us to switch places.
Not because I’d wish this ill fate upon you.
But for you to feel
life as it is just one minute under my skin.
I’ve cried tears of stone so heavy that I sink into a pool
of hopelessness so deep that I have become the bottom.
If only you’d take just one minute to dispose the
unconscionable remarks and acknowledge that we share the same air, so that I can
If only you’d take a minute to find ME.