Spread The Love Not The Stigma Poem by Gataua Karanja

There is thing that i carry,
Deeply embodied in my being,
And the pain it brings i haven't been able to bury,
Or shield myself from the gawking eyes,
That crucifies me as i walk in the streets,
Secretly, condemning me and my kind,
They only see the sin, and my pain they rekindle,
Pray you understand, a little sympathy wont hurt,
Fill my days with warmth; the nights are cold enough,
Stop the stigma; fill your heart with love,
For it could've been you,
Something that i'd not wish on anyone.