SUSHI IS NOT MY THING
With little sense and no regard for my protection I walk into the room but ignore you. What for, I ask myself, do I need you? He's safe, he says. Just the other day, He called me “bae”, Told me that he loves me so. I hold onto his word. My delusional source of validation, For the bad choices I made. I chose to sleep with you, "raw" That's how he calls it now, Sushi is enjoyed like that, So why not go natural? Pregnancy is a tart scary, Not so much the infection. You should see his "pull out stunt"… Perfected through regular practice; I crave the craze, time after time. Like a bad nightmare; I really must stop these daydreams. Miss – The sun shines for you today! Your friends were not as lucky. The virus tested positive. So today, I walked into the same room, Made a beeline for the condoms. We need protection, From each other. ©Rujema – AD 2018 CREDITS: Diana Rujema is a y