First, acquire this small molecule they call HIV
It can be done in several ways.
None of them matters.
Then change country, go far, leave everybody, start a new life in a country where the sky is often grey and lead heavy.
When you meet somebody you really, really, like:
Take a deep breath.
Make a list of all you are, and more.
Say: all of this will always be me, whether he stays or goes.
“I have something to tell you”
“There is something I have to say”
It is still me: I smell the same I look the same I love the same.
I have HIV
I am the same I look the same I smell the same.
I love you the same.
This is a poem I have written at the workshop ‘Poetry for Activism’ with the talented poet Dorothea Smartt at the WISE UP+ 3 days intensive training for women living with HIV I facilitated in June. Who knew I would enjoy so much writing poetry!