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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