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 young Kenya lady who knows what she wants and is not afraid to speak her mind. She came to me with the idea of doing a poem for the World AIDS Day (WAD). The creative concept is all hers; I just did the edits. We sent the article to a few local Kenyan newspapers and none of them published it. We so believed in the quality of our work, so we posted it here to be enjoyed by humanity, for all eternity.


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