Not A Crime (Stigma Poem)
They tell me mental illness isn’t a crime.
But I still feel like I’ve swallowed a lime.
Because you told me I was mentally ill.
I was sane back then and am sane still.
You don’t own me; you have no right to label
me as long as I’m not violent or acting unstable.
I feel like shit because of stigmatization
of an illness that is said to be disabling the nation.
Don’t box me into a little category
or things will get bloody and things will get gory.
You don’t want my death on your conscience that’s crystal clear.
It’s stigmatization that I most fear.
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