Social Misfits Poem by Francis G. Kariuki

As she walks down the street
Eyes glare at her pop out straight
As they pierce through her soul and mind
In her soul ease alone she cannot find
Tears drip down her chubby cheeks
Making her face pale and soar for weeks

She's seethed but silent
'Cos she cannot lament
It was her will and wish
That she contracted the virus
The virus that claims her life
Her short-lived life
Enough not for ample triumphs

She hears the sounds beat her ears
Of those that are not her beloved
As they back-bite and gossip her
Of the fate that has befallen her
By contracting the deadly disease
That wants her life dead and ceased
In it she sees neither hope nor aid
To treat her disease called AIDS

He's loathed like the devil
By everyone he comes across
A go-away-you-idiot look is his glance
It hurts him like a lance
As they never stop to wonder
At what he sees in his male colleague
As if they aren't of the same league
To want to be a gay
In lieu of making hay
While the sun shines so bright
In this weather, whether day or night