H.I.V. Baby Poem by Ramona Thompson

Honestly I don't know what my daugther was thinking
I really wish she had acted more carefully
Makes me sick at the thought
Watching her go through this high risk pregnancy
If it were me, I would have aborted the little infestion as soon as they told me
Call me a monster
Call me cruel even
There's just no way that I wanna be a grandmother to or hold
A H.I.V. baby

So many threats I made to disown and throw her out of my will
All to no avail
She wants to give life to this beast of a brat anyway
Even after the million times that I have told her
Grandma ain't go no time or love for a sickie
A kid that's just gonna die some day anyway
Sooner then all the rest of us
All the better then not to become so attached
Too attached to a miracle that's gonna gonna fade away and break all our hearts

Maybe I'm being just a tiny bit overselfish
But I really don't care
In this cruel wordl
It's sad but it's true
We all gotta look out for numero uno
No two ways about it
It's just the way it's meant to be
Only the strong survive

Locked her outta the house
Posted ads in all the newspapers and online
Warning all those wannabe baby-sitters out there to beware and stay far, far away
With any luck my girl will become so depressed that she'll have no choice
She'll either adopt the kid out or try something a little more lasting
No problem
We'll just blame it on a really bad case of post pardum depression
So simple
So easy a plan
All to be able to say with most heartfelt relief
Thank the good lord above
We ain't got no more H.I.V. baby

2008 Ramona Thompson