Aids

When I think about my condition I think about the predicament that I've put my daughter in. One night of getting laid got me contracted with Hiv/ Aids. Damn aint that a shame. At least that's what people say but really im just afraid. Please God tell me why it had to be me? One night beneath the sheets, pure Extasy. I can still feel him inside of me. It was just one of those days when I wanted to be all alone but I was a single mother in need of lovin' so I lost myself inside of him. It was the worst mistake I could have made. One drink to many led me to contract this uncurable disease I knew I shouldn't have listen when he said he was clean. There's not to many people I can confide in, cause who wants to touch a person that's HIV positive. My status is going to stick to me like a name tag for the rest of my life. Don't touch her she's toxic. She's dangerous. I should tattoo the monster on my back since kids in my daughter's school won't stop teasing her since they found out. Feelings boiling inside me. And I have to watch as each day passes by the stars began falling out my daughter's eyes. Graduation is steadily approaching and I keep praying and hoping I will be well enough to watch her walk across the stage. My baby girl. The center of my world. I wish I could be there for her. I wish I could rewind time so she could still see me as that strong person I once was... I'd give anything for a different outcome!