Poetry Is Makes Sense If You Try To Understand

I shared a spoon

I shared a spoon with a friend,
We exchanged it to each other
While enjoying the feeding scheme.
I watched her lick it before handing
It to me.

Back and forth, the spoon passed
Though hand to another hand.
Each hand enjoying lunch after
No breakfast at home.

The same hand I shared a spoon
With,is the same hand the got me killed.
Back at home, everyone talked about
A deadly disease called HIV.

Rumors say a friend of mine was infected.
A friend that I shared a spoon with.
Rumors say if you share, you'll get infected.
Little did they know.

Just then when my mom walked into the house,
Her eyes field with rage and anger.
She walk towards me with a belt in hand.
When it meet my skin, I screamed out of pain.

Why? Why is she doing this to me?

"How could you, haven't you heard?" She
Shouted at me." She is sick, your stupid
Friend is sick. And so are you!"

With every word, she wiped me hard.
Hard that every time the belt meet my skin,
I remembered her licking the spoon.
I sobbed breathlessly but
It meant nothing.

She pulled me down my sit,
Tears rolling down my cheers
As I wonder if I was wrong.
Was I wrong to share free lunch
With a friend at school?

My body landed on the ground,
Sharp pain ran though me as
My head started bleeding.

"Infected blood" she call out loud
Wiping me harder then before.
My vision was bleary, my head was
Spinning as she hit me hard.

I closed my eyes feeling the end,
The end of a beautiful dream and
A beautiful outcome. I rested my head
On my arm and accept the situation.
I shared a spoon with a friend.