
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.