Teenage Mentality
I still have the memory of
my lost innocence.
I still remember her face.
The first conversation we had.
Most importantly.
The way her body felt.
Her soft white complexion skin
against mine.
Her breasts, her hands and lips against mine
with passion, at sixteen
Over and over
Again and again
We played this game
Touching and kissing
‘till ecstasy paid us a both a visit.
I still remember her lip technique
down-below.
Neither too fast nor too slow,
just the way we both wanted it to be.
Immediately I was inside.
And thought less about HIV.
I can still remember my second experience.
“ceaseless passion”
That’s how I describe it.
With the reality of AIDS
I still did it will passion
Without any protection.
And it only took one knock
On the door,
To get us down on the floor.
I remember thinking
“if this is how I continue to behave”
It will take just as quick to
dig me a grave.
As if that wasn’t a lesson enough.
I could not avert myself from
falling into the deep hole of temptation.
With my wild orgasmic youthful imagination,
Still thinking less about the killer disease.
I found someone new.
Clouding myself with lies,
And making promises I can’t keep.
I thought I found the real definition of love.
The true description of true love.
Again the touching and kissing game
was played.
Only this time the laws
of protection were obeyed.
A few months passed.
And again the laws of protection
were disobeyed.
“but I trust her!”
That’s what I told myself.
But today I know that trust
will never protect me from HIV.
Trust is the reason why
young people today are dying
like flies.
Trusting someone will not
replace the love I have for myself.
I wonder why? why?
No matter how much we know.
No matter how much pain we see in other
people’s eyes.
And how many AIDS-related funerals
we attend.
We(people of South Africa)
Still find it hard to learn.
We find it hard to believe.
Ignorance is placed on a pedestal.
That’s the reason why the youth of today
has to learn to think like adults,
and kill this teenage mentality
before it totally destroys the nation.
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