Desk I have none
in the place I work
for I do not own it
but a common one
where I do my job
The desk is a witness
to all the things I perform
as I meet with volunteers
who come for HIV counseling
All the revelations
or secrets being told
remains on the lone desk
as covenant of confidentiality
Consent form is sign on the desk
and its where I extract the blood
then on the third day I give results
to the individuals without pretense
Yes, on the same desk tears fall
anger dominate and denial reign
yet later on friendship is created
as trust slowly set the foundation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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