I'M YOUR NEIGHBOUR
This is my story about something I’d like to share
About my life and my family. The truth I’d like to bare,
About a secret that we live with. Nobody every knows.
All the tears and sadness we keep behind doors closed.
I’m just like you. I have feelings and I care,
But today on World Aids Day I wanted to share,
From my heart and my soul what it’s like to be me,
Living next door to you my friend, I‘ve got HIV.
If you knew who I was, would it make our friendship change?
Would you hold it against me and should I blame,
You for feeling that way no matter how much it hurts.
There’s a stigma out there. We are treated like dirt.
We are made to feel dirty, ashamed of who we are.
Of something in our blood. It’s not our fault, it’s just not fair.
If I told you how I caught it would it make it feel better?
I was working in Africa, I became ill with malaria.
I went to a small cottage hospital and needles were used
I was infected, I caught it, I felt used and abused.
How unlucky. How unfair to catch it this way.
But it doesn’t matter how we caught it, it doesn’t matter if we’re gay,
Or straight, or a user or had unprotected sex, we’re all the same,
Put in a box – contagious, infectious. Live with shame!!
So because of that stigma, because of that fear
Of what people will think, what will happen to me is not clear.
Then I continue to live as your neighbour in silence
Afraid for the safety and security of my family.
Would you bully my children, make them feel ahamed too
For having a parent like me………….But I’m really just like you.
It’s time for things to change. Please look into your heart
And if someone tells you they have HIV, just stop and think and start,
To remember this poem, to remember these words:
I’M JUST LIKE YOU. A person. A soul.
Your neighbour, your friend. That person next door.
This is my story about something I’d like to share
About my life and my family. The truth I’d like to bare,
About a secret that we live with. Nobody every knows.
All the tears and sadness we keep behind doors closed.
I’m just like you. I have feelings and I care,
But today on World Aids Day I wanted to share,
From my heart and my soul what it’s like to be me,
Living next door to you my friend, I‘ve got HIV.
If you knew who I was, would it make our friendship change?
Would you hold it against me and should I blame,
You for feeling that way no matter how much it hurts.
There’s a stigma out there. We are treated like dirt.
We are made to feel dirty, ashamed of who we are.
Of something in our blood. It’s not our fault, it’s just not fair.
If I told you how I caught it would it make it feel better?
I was working in Africa, I became ill with malaria.
I went to a small cottage hospital and needles were used
I was infected, I caught it, I felt used and abused.
How unlucky. How unfair to catch it this way.
But it doesn’t matter how we caught it, it doesn’t matter if we’re gay,
Or straight, or a user or had unprotected sex, we’re all the same,
Put in a box – contagious, infectious. Live with shame!!
So because of that stigma, because of that fear
Of what people will think, what will happen to me is not clear.
Then I continue to live as your neighbour in silence
Afraid for the safety and security of my family.
Would you bully my children, make them feel ahamed too
For having a parent like me………….But I’m really just like you.
It’s time for things to change. Please look into your heart
And if someone tells you they have HIV, just stop and think and start,
To remember this poem, to remember these words:
I’M JUST LIKE YOU. A person. A soul.
Your neighbour, your friend. That person next door.
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