Born to Sickness

An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
I'm ashamed now of remembering what we were.
Unsafe and unsure results us both getting an STD.
Not only that but now an unborn baby is what we see.

A diseased child growing inside to live and die.
It will kill my very soul to hear him when he'll cry.
I will know it's all our fault, yeah we're the ones to blame.
Bringing it into a world and wishing it back to whence it came.

Take away the infection and kill me instead.
I don't want this unborn child to be dead.
It deserves a life to live, not a death to receive.
Please cure this baby boy I will soon conceive.

A cursed life for all of us, this family of three.
Aids will kill us all one day, all because of me.
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
If you have sex promise me you'll be sure.
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Just to clear things up this poem isn't based on anything true. XD Hope you enjoyed it though!