I wrote this poem thinking about my HIV status.
Know that the unknown
is known
where do we go from here
Messages flash across the t.v screen
asking the question
Do you know
as if knowing is death instantly
or some black hole
So know that knowledge is gained
i feel strange
because this new info obtained
has no personal gain to me
in fact society puts me in a box
quarantine
as if im contasious
with just the thought of me
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