His Point of veiw

A poem I wrote when I was a young child about a child born with AIDS

Bare with me i wrote this years ago and just found one of my old notebooks



My mom curse me

before I was even born

She knew people wouldn't be abled to see me for who i am

But because she wanted to have fun and not protect herself

she ruined any chance I had



I don't even have to smoke to have bad health

Even thought I love my mom

I hate the fact that she did'nt care

She didn't care about what she could catch

That it took to give birth to me and start to lose hair



To make her see that threat is real

but I know because i can't stop it

some people are cursed to have freckles others are curse to be short

No not me my curse is nothing of the sort



my curse is AIDS



Dedicated to cure of HIV/AIDS