Hiv/Aids is a virus that can be treated not cured.
Society is a disease that is brutal.
He used to be my dream boyfriend and my everyday crush.
The boy I never had guys to talk to,

Just the look from her eyes brightened up my day.
He greeted me everyday as he passed,
And every time I would feel my knees shaking and my heart pumping so fast.
Girls chased after him but he didn’t give them much attention.

I kept asking myself, what is it about him that is so special.
It was a cold Monday Morning rumours started going around,
Buzzing around my ears like hungry mosquitoes.
News broke that he is Hiv positive.

Obviously I didn’t believe it.
I mean how could I,
How could such handsome guy be infected by an deadly virus like this.
He was a walking Angel of the community,
So this couldn’t be true or is it true?

He finely spoke to me one on one as he say “I am Hiv positive,I was born with the virus,
But I don’t want sympathy cause I’m stronger than this filthy virus”.
I could feel my heart stopping and tears started coming out.
My mind was lost and did not think straight.

I see him in the morning.
My heart is filled with hate and disgust.
He looks like he is moaning.
That’s cause I let him know what an embarrassment he is to the community and his family.

I’ve never seen her so weak in my whole life.
That’s cause I verbally and emotionally attack him everyday.
I’ve never seen her so Sad.
That’s cause I laugh behind his back.

I’ve never seen her so ugly.
That’s cause I made him feel useless like he is the virus it’s self.
I never saw him again.
That’s cause he took her life because of me.