I’m stranded! From an infected womb i was birthed, i’m stranded!

they called me “h. Ivy” and this name went viral, they teased, i wept…..

 i kept on shifting aside and aside waiting for someone to sit by my side but the space became wide and wide ,with sadness i slept…..

 my friends drove me insane,they all trampled on me,i crept…..

This HIV/AIDS was encrypted in my genes, i’m stranded!

 I’m scarred! By an infected blade i was cut, i’m scarred!

It was just a scratch, a minor touch, a mere cut but the wound was deep, i sunk…..

 i became an alcoholic that never missed her tot, i was always drunk…..

They said i had a stench and they called me a wench, i sat lonely on every bench…..

This HIV/AIDS hooked me up, i’m scarred!

 I’m tainted! With an infected blood i was transfused, i’m tainted!

 They said i was polluted, adulterated and infused with a deadly disease…..

They hash tagged me with harsh tags that pulled me down, i was unfollowed…..

 i wanted to be seen, to be heard and to be felt but i was never wanted, they behaved like racists…..

 This HIV/AIDS  painted me black, I’m tainted!

I’m broken! I laid on a bed of roses with an infected lover, i’m broken!

 i tasted the sweetness of his lips, the bite was a happy delight, i was wasted…..

Inches deep, i never imagined these deep presses would leave me depressed and get me infected…..

I was loud on heat above cloud nine and i kept the memories like files on an icloud, i never thought i was going six feet under the cold pit…..

 This HIV/AIDS turned my pleasure to pain, i’m broken!

 I’m provoked! This is all blinding and i’ve already lost sight, I’m provoked!

The pages of my death note are before me and my indelible ink is set to imprint a final goodbye, I’m ready to die…..

I’m caught in between the lines of my pages and it is hard to tell my tale to the children of a future i might never get to see…..

This is me, I’m making signatures of how they made me feel and i’m going to carve the thoughts of my mind into the sculptures of tomorrow …..

Something drops heavily on the bare naked floor, lights out, i’m i dead or alive, intermission!, I’m still provoked!

A new day comes with a new celebration and a new awareness…..

We drop the sharp knives and the deadly pills and we stay positive even when we test positive…..

Our banners are raised to the skies with messages of hope to victims and a word to the wise…..

For when tomorrow comes, every one needs to know about HIV/AIDS but no one has to get HIV/AIDS…..

A new day comes yet again, we thrived.


I’m Mercy Oduro Anti
A recent Bpharm graduate from Central University
I’m a former Laspag vice president and also a former member of the editorial board
I love to write, research and watch series
I believe in determination, perseverance and hardwork
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