I am going to die young. I’m going to die.

I’m going to die of AIDS .

My child is going to die of AIDS .

And all because of one man…walking along the streets that wanted me, and managed to get what he wanted.

When I got back from the doctor’s I ignored my mother. I went straight up to me room and curled under my covers and waited for the tears to come.

I heard my door open and my mom came up and wrapped her arms around me for comfort. “What did they say?” She asked quietly.

The tears came, “HIV.” I merely said. She understood and held me tighter.

As if being told you were raped, then pregnant wasn’t bad enough, now the child that I decided to keep is infected with the same terrible disease as me: HIV .

I just wish it would end, that things won’t get worse.