Mad row

The only slam matches we had were in hospital

Sectioned under the mental health act

for being too absorbed by our quirky Eccentricities.

 

Feed us up, 12 months in the slammer.

Medication 

overly too enforce bedrest.

If this safe space was a community of mental misfits 

Creating imagery, feelings ,sound to describe their inner world

Make sense that emotions need to be decoded by language.

I've spoken about talk to recover 

write recover

rap sing 

Create to recover

be happy or die trying .

 

How many more attempts po my life -slow suicide burners or the frenzied 10 day  coma inducing alien abduction purgatory moments will it take to realize my word is my bond. 

My words are my voice

My words speak for me

My words are my Character.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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