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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!

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