Im sore from head to toe,
a red rash trawling down my back,
chained down to the bed to stop me moving,
crying inside for someone to come save me from this wrecthed life.
Tummy rummbling such lack of food,
hands swollen from lack of blood,
now eight years old ive been here since the day i was born,
spoiled sheets that wont be cleaned,
endless night of dread filled dreams.
Why did Mummy and Daddy not want to take me home,
I must have been so bad they didnt want me back,
screaming inside this house of glass,
my back hurts so much from needle marks.
i cry with such aunguish pain so raw,
Why lord did this diease called Aids,
Have to claim my rottoned Soul.
Wed May 02, 2007 12:00 am