Therapy,
I probably need it.
I have Medi-Cal,
I could afford it,
but to keep switching therapist.
I cannot do it!
The stigmas, the relentless
switch overs.
Some therapist cannot fathom, let alone unfold it.
It takes one to know it.
Remember, change starts with yourself.
Recognize you are worthy!
I was sixteen when I realized I wasn’t a normy.
After getting expelled for fighting this girly.
I took Anger Management classes, I even baptized myself to feel holly.
That year I also picked up the pookie!
A struggle between my reality and whatever methamphetamine tried to show me!
I was hesitant, the smoke wasn't enough!
My veins were looking juicy!
About six months straight,
I was stealing my diabetic momma’s syringes.
I was at your local walmart,
telling the pharmacist ‘my mom ran out of them, it’s an emergency, she really needs them.’
I would pay my five dollars,
and make my way back to the Tropic motel
on Harbor Blvd and Vermont St.
I knew this was absurdity.
My self-awareness led me to scrutiny!