I opened my eyes here
'The Helping Hand Orphanage'
With loads of others like me
We, the burdens on society
I always knew I was different
Play grounds were not for me
My world, a four walled jail called room
The only friend, a dirty one eyed teddy
My meals were pushed to me
From a gap beneath the door
Boiled rice two times a day
In that white old china mug
For hours I would stand
At that window with green grills
Watching others play, together
Then sleep...with wet cheeks
My visitors were few
A doctor sometimes, with heavy expressions
But I still liked him
The warmth of his touch told me I was alive
Somebody once said, that i have AIDS
I didn't knew what it was. I still don't
Yet I hate it as now I know
This is why the world hates me.
A contest entry
- HIV/AIDS Stigma - The real killer? by Still Standing.
2100 points, ended February 3, 17 entries
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Comments
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Oh how sad, nothing worse than a child helpless, and having Aids on top. Vivid imagery you've painted here well, and all the emotions of pain are here, a well written poem that tugs at the heart strings. Take care and good luck here in this contest.
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thanks for entering my contest, i really like this poem its really touching!!!
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I agree...you were speaking as a kid in an orphange where no one wanted to touch or be around you cause of AIDS. Wow this was really moving, so many forget about the children and the need for all children to just be....children. Great job, thanks for the entry and good luck!!!
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This piece really touched me deep inside. Aids is a lonely hollow that no one wants to step into to help those that are crying. This was very thought provoking and I hope that it really speaks to the readers.
Thank you for your entry and good luck.
Soulful Woman
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