THE FIRST ARCHIVES- A poetic journey into and through adolescence
IMAGINE A WORLD
Imagine a world…
Where you couldn’t ask a child what they wanted to be when they grew up.
You couldn’t ask what they would like next Christmas.
Not even what they wanted for their next birthday.
You couldn’t even ask what they wanted for breakfast tomorrow.
Why?
- HIV.
Imagine a world…
Where a child looks back instead of forward
So as not to be too impassioned about tomorrow.
Why?
- HIV
Imagine a world…
Where a child was accepted.
A child was happy, not looking back
And not afraid of looking forward.
Just imagine a world… without… HIV.
- This poem (slightly edited here) was published in TACAIDS, Tanzania in 2005. I was 16 and making my mark as an AIDS activist.
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