We’ve made it thru one thing; we’ll make it thru this.
We fae are no strangers to death’s frigid kiss.
We are not the lucky ones to have survived.
We’ve had to bear witness &, in its face, thrive.
Staring down AIDs at the end of my tunnel.
No matter how hard gainst death’s chest I pummel.
He comes for us all; but he telegraphs how.
All that we can do is what’s preventable now.
Life’s a mad horse rode in fire at a gallup.
Yes we can…Fight AIDS, Fight Back, Fight Hate, ACT UP.
L.B.Stowe 