I do not expect you to understand my pain for it wasn’t your body that was touched, prodded, poked, in places once sacred now no longer secret, now they are displayed publicly in photos and videos you like and share at that moment. In that time you think you feel my embarrassment yet you do nothing more than label me a a statistic and the next day, you forget.
I do not blame you, we just wanted to grew up and protect ourselves
But we grew up broken and they? Outspoken
To talk about us, to us as if we weren’t there.
We grew up. Silenced. And they? Liberated. To take anything anytime from us our bodies were not our own. We grew up
Because it is only when someone is beaten do we remember how precious life is only when someone is raped, do we remember privacy and self expression rights we have for ourselves.
Only when someone is killed do we remember the sanctity of life.
Shouldn’t we be aware all the time? And converse about these issues without a reminder of an international day?
Because every day someone is beaten, insulted, raped, killed, affected infected.
AIDS is no longer fashionable right? We’ve just stopped talking about it cause ARVs can help us.
But still there are people who have no clue of the pain about what it is to love and to lose to HIV.
We are tired right? We no longer want to talk about the pain. We’d rather click, swipe, screenshot, steal people’s stories into our own.
We forgot the scars we bare were once wounds and they can’t heal. Because we chose to ignore the elephant I’m the room. That HIV is here, ignoring it doesn’t make it disappear.