It was never my choice to be born
born with a companion that never wanted to leave my side
He walked with me forcefully throughout the ride of life
he is a curse given to me by the woman who birthed me
I do not love this man, he wasn't supposed to be mine
When children at school found out about him they mocked me
HIV is his name
He is heavy on my shoulders and I know I will never chase him away
He is the consequence of my mothers foolish mistakes
But now the debt is mine to pay
I have to pay the price
I tried to fight
I thought from ashes I would rise
But his power is beyond me
he suffocates me in the holes of sickness
he breaks every tissue of my blood
he never lets me win
I still cry to my mother, whom death chose to steal
I need to understand maybe I'll stop to feel
like she could've done something to keep HIV from me
I cry because I never wanted to live this way
every night bottles of medicine I have to gulp down
I cry because I did nothing to deserve this.
About the Creator
Anathi Bungani
I was born and bred in Tabankulu, a small town in the Eastern Cape province in South Africa. I was born on 10 June 1999 and I am a writer. I used to recite poems in High School too. Please rate, share and tip my work. Thank you.
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