by RunInMuun
Published on: Feb 15, 2007
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Type: Poetry

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.


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