HIV/AIDS

EngrVV said:HIV/AIDS is a serious, and delicate universal topic...it can't be fun at all! I'll pass on this one.


.:Pass Play:.


Skeptical Eyes glance The Fat Booty
Man-oh-Man alotta playas got moody
Truly, folk,
They weren’t about to understand
How this thing…How it really hit The Fan
The Pass-Play of the Sorrowful Looks
Knocked on doors of Vets and Rooks
Such seriousness along with the pity
At the time weren’t too many folk being witty
From Nairobi… To New York City
The shit got real… And the real got gritty

~Had the wonder of the wonder-boys-out-there-wondering~

Mom’s cries, they all started thundering
That phlegm filled cough turned the Funny Folk off
How come them boys don’t come out that loft?
See diseased pokes aren’t really any fun
Danger begets danger with each damn one
Have you looking peculiar at every damn bloke
Can’t trust a needle; if them shits ain’t soaked

Most folk… Thought
Had to be a Special Clan
Plagued by Dis-bug that put ’em in a jam
That last ass…they had to slam or
that lil’bit of dope shot-up dirty
Surprise, Surprise
Now they won’t make 30
The Bug. It got hold; came on bold
Unfortunate. But the story needs told
One lives with regret when one fails-to protect
The thing about The Bug
It don’t have
No respect



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Strider said:"Spades"

Like a rabbit,
he was everywhere,
from a
Jack to a Queen,
he played
the game so well,
buried
his ace
in every hole.
Short or fat,
tall or skinny,
it didn't matter,
he just wanted
to be held,
lived his life
on a
broken
merry-go-round.
He never
made a sound
when he got
the diagnosis,
not thrombosis
or trichinosis
it was
full-blown aids.
He got
paid handsomely
for his social flare.
And, who really cares
to be found
lying in bed,
swallowing
dozens of pills
to ease the pain
of hundreds of thrills.
Now, he's nowhere
to be found,
just
drowning
in spades,
sadly
all alone.
. NICE POEM.

Sena

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WATCHING MY DAUGHTER

An ectopic pregnancy

An incompetent physician

My daughter nearly died

Given a blood transfusion

Lived through this

Managed to get pregnant again

Pregnancy seemed ok

Daughter really drooping

New doctor ran a battery of tests

Then ran a few more

Transfusion made her HIV positive

Young husband did not believe

For he had only married her

On account of "it was the right thing"

Considering her pregnancy

Pressure by his family

Now he does not believe her

Thinks she was a tramp

Has in effect abandoned her

In this small town

This may as well be a stamp

No good, runaround Sue, everybody knows

My daughter has been judged

Convicted for a sin she never did

She has been tried by a wicked jury

A jury of her peers

They say she got what she deserved

Nobody visits us any more

We may as well have leprosy

If AIDs does not kill my daughter

This small town surely will.

RSena said: A Sad Letter For My Brother

And this is how it started my brother,
In nice beautiful Sunday that I was broken,
Chatting with a belle girl, from the other side,
I was so into her, she was feeling my vibe,
Waiting for the moment we meet,
She told me that we were going feed our need,
And I was so crazy flirting, trying to be so cool,
She has the best body I ever seem, made me fool,
Damn her, she had the same defect that I had,
Smoker like me, drinker like me, always leaving and act,
But that did not stop me to keep chatting,
She had a healed mind, and I was cheating,
Pick me up she told me, the coming Monday,
I told my brother  to lend me his car, feeling my pride,
Went to the airport, hours were running fast,
I waited for her, I even counted all the passenger, one
By one, until the last messenger,
I thought it was a joke, I got so mad
When I turned around and the girl was on my back,
She start kissing, hugging me without stopping,
She noticed I was so nervous, she felt the smoking,
She said she wanted to talk with me, take me to a hotel,
So we made it, It was not a hotel, it was a motel,
I told her get confortable, and put me up to date,
And forget about the conversation, I was afraid to pay,
Today, is Monday passion,
That’s I called it, action,
It was like a film,
She was so sexy; I even forgot my credit card pin,
Enjoy your arriving, this is not to talk,
Leave that topic for another moment, and let start,
With the things that heal us up.

She wanted to tell me with a good heart, about her frustration,
Talk to me, explain to me, about her situation,
But me, always blocking the conversation,
I let myself go, because of her money and my ambition.

But that was not the problem let me tell you the real true,
She did not wanted to go out, on Monday because she was tired too,
So she stayed in bed, telling me papi, come let’s talk a little bit,
I told her there is enough time to talk, so let’s leave it,
While we laid down on the bed,
I did not have any idea of what she wanted to say,
She felled sleep while I was trying to guess,
Next day, a party Wednesday,
Thinking that I won the lotto on that day,
I had money, a nice car and
 next to me the perfect girl,
I thought I was in another world,
Without taking any haze.

The night arrived, cute clothes,
Nice evening too, I was lost in pole,
So we went to a party,
that we planned to go,
she was like my sugar daddy,
but before that, I got doped,
I was so high, wondering and thinking a lot,
Like why, she has not given anything
To me jet, like she was so shy,
But tonight when we get home
I will eat that even if is salty.

We were at that place so called drink,
Having fun, dancing, smoking weed,
4am, they were closing,
So we went to another place,
Continuing drinking and consuming.

But I already wanted sex thinking in the motel,
This time, she said, let’s got to a real hotel,
I got naked, and when I got naked,
I grab her, and started getting her naked,
But she told me again,
Let’s talk about this thing that I have to tell you,
But on this one I did not paid attention, and with a roped
I close her mouth, told her let’s do it sorry baby but I beg you.

I started hitting her hard, and she was crying,
I was so proud because I thought she was really feeling,
And repent,
Because I saw the News, next day
and it said,
That She committed suicide,
I did not believe it, she was not the one to be,
But she did it,
Because she gave me HIV.

Now I’m so alone,
at this empty home,
Thinking, I was so fool,
I wish I could get back to be poor,
Now I have this 45, or 44,
Shit I don’t know,
I can’t believe I’m in this situation,
I can’t deal with this frustration,
Sounds the clack, clack,
Somebody stop I’m going crazy,
I got no body to talk,
The illusion,
And them hate this confusion,
I want to be aside,
So I go to this side, or the other side,
I’m consuming drug,
But the drug is not the one that control my mind,
This disease wants to take control of my life,
HIV wants to kill me,
And the one that is going to kill it. is
Puffffff.
I’m the one that is going to kill it.

Sena


Strider
I don't know if you read this one I love this poem the trama I made out of it

Human Immunodeficiency Virus by VeggieTales...

hi kids, i'm a virus, name H.I.V
and i'm warning you pussies
don't fuck with me

you think that you
just got the flu
well, bitch have i got news for you

i am composed of RNA
i'll infiltrate your DNA

for 5 to 15 years i hide
then fuck you up from the inside

you're infected
(infected)
you dirty whore
and guess what
(guess what)
there's! no! cure!

A to the I to the D to the S
now you've got tuberculosis

cant stop me with a free johnny
im a pandemic sunny jim

think twice now about that playboy bunny

peace out kids.... *cough* i've been H. I've been
don't do drugs...
if you do do drugs...
use a clean needle

:o i won? unexpected for a comp such as this... but thank you.

Congratulations, 13!

Nice job 13

Great comp...

Strider

Congrats 13, glad this ended on this note,. Your poem is great.

thanks everybody, appreciate it :)