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Signed HIV


No one taught me how to be "Human" Becoming Immune to this life Deficiency Hello my name is Virus Standing in the line of fire I became the desire Of two whom were unprotected And now share my infectious Love To blind for their intelligence What am I of any relevance To a Modest Addict Recovery Isn't Assimilated (M.A.R.I.A my aunts name) This twist of faith awe-inspiring and manipulated Astonished by the understanding that beauty lies between the eyes And not between the thighs The pageant queen was now near-ing a positive test That needed no cheering We meet I greet For I am here to stay Once caramel skin tone begins to fade away Medications soon neglected Her body now subjected To the demise under my control Characteristics warped in my ozone hole She cries, She lies We smoke, fly high She steals, she kneels At the attention of anyone willing to take her.. Alone Life spins on a cyclone Falls ill, Lies Still, Deceased, Rest In Peace Love Truly, signed HIV
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Counselor of Freedom
This poem is dedicated to my aunt M.A.R.I.A who in this poem was the Modest Addict who Recovery Isn't Assimilated for.. Substance abuse and STD's play hand in hand. Let's do our part stay clean and get tested. She was only 16 when diagnosed. Please help save lives!!

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