For what the word had first implied,
it's ironic how depressed I can be
I'd like to relax and enjoy many things
but HIV keeps me from smiling
This life-long romp of abomination
A stylized tragedy in all it's acceptance
Left worn and disfigured from rights we once fought for
My bed turned from a resting place into a sinful sanctum
Resting my head on another man's chest
An indifference that I never chose to rise against
Given the limp-wrist notion in slang
Feminine friends with feminine ways
Homo-eroticism: my link to human waste
Lack of fulfillment on a day to day basis
With this disease I can adapt in society
Yet through hatred and pity, a fact is revealed:
I am put to death as a result of commitment
A wobbling zombie with no eyes to see
what true love wants, what true love needs