Arts on AIDS
Arts, is a language of life, sometimes, understood, and often misunderstood.
Arts, is a living institution, sometimes, useful, and often abused.
Arts, is a revolutionary ritual, sometimes, conciliatory, and often confusing.
Arts, is magical medicine, sometimes, curative, and often condemn.
Arts, is a world of wonder, sometimes, happening, and often harsh.
Arts, is a lethal ammunition, sometimes, fire-fighter, and often misfiring.
Arts, is a gracious god, sometimes, knelt before, and often killed.
Arts, is an enigma, sometimes, adorable and often atrocious.
Arts, is human, sometimes, questioning, and often queer
Long before I was born, before the art of romance consumed my dad and mom and poison their reproductive organs.
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