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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Prose Poems by renowned poet Herb Woodward Matin which recount the life and AIDS deterioration of Willie Short after a hospitalization when he discovers his illness. The following account describes the subject of these poems:
Willie Short, 36, Dishwasher
Houston, TX
Don’t forget me. Mention my name now and then.
Newsweek, August 10, 1987
I was shot in a robbery attempt two years ago. While in the hospital, I was diagnosed as having the AIDS virus.
When I came to after the operation, I saw my father whom I had not seen in 17 years. When he learned what I had, he immediately left, and I have not seen him since.
Since then, I’ve recovered from the gunshot wound, but have suffered a much greater loss. I have lost the love of my parents and will never br a part of the family again.
I have lost all my friends who have turned their backs on me. I’ve experienced firsthand the hatred and prejudice that come with having the disease. I’ve become a recluse, and have very little time left. The reason I am writing is with the loss of my family and friends, I’m afraid what will happen to me when I die.
… I don’t want to die and be forgotten. I just want to die with dignity.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Prose Poems by renowned poet Herb Woodward Matin which recount the life and AIDS deterioration of Willie Short after a hospitalization when he discovers his illness. The following account describes the subject of these poems:
Willie Short, 36, Dishwasher
Houston, TX
Don’t forget me. Mention my name now and then.
Newsweek, August 10, 1987
I was shot in a robbery attempt two years ago. While in the hospital, I was diagnosed as having the AIDS virus.
When I came to after the operation, I saw my father whom I had not seen in 17 years. When he learned what I had, he immediately left, and I have not seen him since.
Since then, I’ve recovered from the gunshot wound, but have suffered a much greater loss. I have lost the love of my parents and will never br a part of the family again.
I have lost all my friends who have turned their backs on me. I’ve experienced firsthand the hatred and prejudice that come with having the disease. I’ve become a recluse, and have very little time left. The reason I am writing is with the loss of my family and friends, I’m afraid what will happen to me when I die.
… I don’t want to die and be forgotten. I just want to die with dignity.