Poetry

The Swan Of  Passion 
 
The other  swan  laughs and call me  names 
for  I HIV inside me
it hurts  to see  my friends laughing at me 
I  want  to tell them to stop 
I want to  tell  them it is not OK 
I want   to tell them  to look beyond the horizon
But they will not listen 
They  will not hear their own voices 
They  think that  they  might get  it  just by floating by me 
They think  that  they  are  better  than  I 
They  think  that  I am  a threat to them, 
their well-being, and  to all  other  swans 
What  they  don't  know is  that  I too   can feel
I too can hurt, 
I too can heal
I too can fly 
So while  I appear alone 
I know my heart is filled
with passion
with  faith 
with acceptance 
with desire
I hope  that they never  have names  called  upon  them
and if  they  do 
That  they  realize 
That wings  can  take  you  anywhere 
By: Travis Casey
2/3/07