I feel we all have some respects we should undoubtedly pay.
For sacrifices made to ensure the life we all have today.
When we think of heros, we often think of war.
But easily forget those who's battles happen next door.
It's with pride that I honor a woman with a heart made of gold.
As well as my duty that her story be told.
My family was caught up in the first set of waves.
Of disease that turned health Into illness and graves.
At a young age my sister contracted HIV.
Being her gay brother some said it should have been me.
It struck fear in the hearts and made the strongest men wince.
And people that we thought would be there, we haven't seen since.
But my sister was not one to ever back down.
Always up for the fight just ask around town.
But with this illness came a unique kind of dual.
One with whispers and pointing and extreme ridicule.
But she stayed strong and showed them what it meant to be tough.
Far past the point where anyone one else would gave cried out "Enough"
The war on her body lasted to year number seven.
Before God showed some mercy and took her to heaven.
There was a point when she could have just treated her pain
But she knew that through her sufferings hope for others was gained
And what she did saved lives even a chance to live well
A woman they even don't know paid for their life through her hell
So to all of us that have Been effected by AIDS
Pay some respects and remember the price that was paid