© January 2019 by Drew Skyland.

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Cataracts, 1962

Updated: Feb 21, 2019



His heart was stone and his hands were cold.

He sold his soul to be bold.

He was the foundation of my hate.

Everytime I was with him, people fortune-told our fate.

Your mother’s support will never be enough for what is to come next.

I am here to attest.

Try to stay a flower child.

Try to stay pure.

Do it for all of us when they never had a cure.

You wonder what killed us may you ask?

It wasn’t the flask but society’s mask to keep the eutopia of our ancestors. — Drew Skyland


*To the infected, affected, and survivors of AIDS. May your past loved ones still love you as much as you loved them. Memories are in the mind but the love is in the heart forever.

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