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The Swan Of Passion


The Swan Of Passion 

The other swan laughs and call me names 
for I HIV inside me
it hurts to see my friends laughing at me 
I want to tell them to stop 
I want to tell them it is not OK 
I want to tell them to look beyond the horizon
But they will not listen 
They will not hear their own voices 
They think that they might get it just by floating by me 
They think that they are better than I 
They think that I am a threat to them, 
their well-being, and to all other swans 
What they don't know is that I too can feel
I too can hurt, 
I too can heal
I too can fly 
So while I appear alone 
I know my heart is filled
with passion
with faith 
with acceptance 
with desire
I hope that they never have names called upon them
and if they do 
That they realize 
That wings can take you anywhere 
By: Travis Casey
2/3/07 

 

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