We are fabricated by fornication and abnormality
Labeled with HIV. Drenching the stigma of AIDS.
Evoking emotions among those incapable of producing feelings.
Planting the seed of repentance in our opposer, yet a stillbirth of isolation continues to blossom.
Yearning for an existence that passes through ballots, Shouting for a nature tainted by hateful silence.
Destroyed like broken records containing no value.
Living in a ceramic world,
With microscopic recognition,
Burning the hands of the potter who made it.





















