She does not have to suffer from stigma and discrimination,
She is just a child born with HIV;
A curse that will not respect her innocence or her purity.
Her mother lies in bed fighting for her life,
Some part of her wants to die and face judgement,
But the other yearns to stage an impossible fight;
To go back five years in time and prevent the pregnancy.
She can only recall her memory of an innocent youth turning so rogue.
With the eagerness to explore her sexuality,
And emotions rushing through her blood;
The pleasure of his hand touching her body,
And his adventures into her fruitful domain.
As her tummy grew,
Her fears grew together with it.
With the father gone,
And disgrace borne.
She did not afford a hospital,
The midwife delivered her And handed her her God given gift,
Which later seemed like a curse once HIV started tormenting her;
And made her life a living hell.
She recieves punishment for the sins of the father.
A sexual partner of many
And a carrier of Aids,
Who like many,
Ignore the fight against HIV/AIDS.