Its presence
is deeply rooted
In those who have lost a friend
Or a family member to this
Epidemic, that constantly grows
Inside the unknown
Damaging the body’s ability to fight infection
Affecting any complexion
At a bewildering pace or rate
Attempting to decide your fait
As the grim reaper decides to wait
For a remedy
Scientifically based upon
Toxic and expensive treatments
That 34 million people currently need
But only 17 million can continue to breath
As for the other 17
This type of treatment is only seen in their dreams
Where they, catch their flight of imagination
Alway from home
Because of economic freedoms that remain Unknown
Now who am I?
Not be sexually aware
Of what’s out there
Somewhere
Lingering behind closed doors
With a sign on the door knob
That reads “Please do not disturb”
Where the smell of sparked irb
Swirls upon your neighborhoods curve
Foreshadowing a regrettable night
Cause wordless pleasures
Can blind
Your sight
-Muluc
