Poetry.

Looking thru the eyes of a predator in action can be a beautiful experience.

You have fallen victim to a futile love.

Your Victim has a voice.

Sad, abuse.

Have you ever been in love… my guess is you have but what proof is there to that fact? Pillow… Case, I can’t prove to you that you broke my heart and I can’t prove that I love you or that I still do but if we had ever been together…

This is a poem centred on HIV/AIDS eritten from the point of view of a person living with the virus. It expresses a feeling of hope, and celebrates life and happinness in the face of discrimination and despair. THE OXYGEN I NEED is selected from a work in progress, I HAVE FOUND THE CURE FOR HIV/AIDS, predominantly containing poems on HIV/AIDS.

Kidnapped and raped.

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Life.