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Author: Summer O'Neal
Title: untitled #1
Type of Work: poem
Source: CMv1 #48

Copyright 2002 Summer O'Neal


She paced in her room
No, it can't happen to me
Oh no he didn't have it
So that's what he said

The doctors said it
The tests said it
What can she do?
Was this the end?

Scared she sat alone
If he loved me,
She thought as she cried
He would've told me right?

What will happen?
Will she soon be dead?
She couldn't imagine
The fear of that thought

She paced in her room
No, it can't happen to me
Oh no he didn't have it
So, now she too, has HIV