by RunInMuun | |
Published on: Feb 15, 2007 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=10725 | |
As I sit and stare at the gloom that becomes my desk Scattered with pictures of pregnant mothers holding their bellies in unhappiness Mothers whose daughters may inherit a disease that 5 minutes worth of education A 10-minute test or a one-hour conversation could have prevented. These mothers need housing clothing food We have no suicide bombers We have no militia We are not in poverty stricken country Don’t you understand? My mother's fight is one within How can I work with these women they say? I look into my son’s eyes everyday And imagine putting him at such a risk and if it would be worth it These babies don't deserve it How do you tell your child she is HIV positive that the AZT didn't work for her? You can't blame and now's not the time to feel ashamed. Your husband slept with a man You had a couple of boyfriend's back then So you used to use drugs? And you believe I can find your cure. My mother’s fight is not for rights It's not for blacks against whites This here it has no color It has no face It is all one case It never goes away But here, have a pamphlet I'll refer you to OB Oh you have other STD’s well what about a colposcopy? Take some condoms and read a magazine But no matter how you put it At the end of the day My mother's fight is still just a dream. « return. |