There is a poem that I once resonated with so hard that I cried at the first listen. It's from a movie called "The Blindside", about a black kid from the streets being abandoned and this white family taking him in and treating him like friend and family. Trying to help him succeed, even when he didn't have faith in himself. I wanted someone to believe in me like that.
They didn't put me in a rehabilitation program. A "reformed depressionist", I like to joke..
No, they put me into a mental psychiatry facility for kids who are a threat to themselves or others. If you had mental issues, or you were a little too sad to be around your family, this was the pre step before they send you to juvy.
A bunch of lost kids looking for the love that speaks to them best, but thrown away cause they don't speak, understand, or appreciate the same language that everyone else is accepting of.
Looking back on it, everyone I was in there with was either on the spectrum for Autism or BPD.
It was a certain type of creepy in there that made me feel nauseous.. or maybe that was the sedation drugs they gave us to keep us quiet and cooperative.
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White walls, White beds, and white people
Take your pills twice a day
Can't let these thoughts in
You're too sad for this world
Just lock them away
Nobody misses them, never cared in the first place
Padded walls, barred windows, and broken brains
In need of "fixing", they said
We were never there to get better
just to be brainwashed more clever
Depression was the least of our worries
When stepping into the land of the white mans medicine
They were wiping away our memories
Dont ask me how I can't remember
My emotions were docile, as intended to be
They weren't curing our depression
They were stripping away the pieces that made me, me..
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Broken Girls & Broken Bottles
SpiritualI was an interesting teen to watch flourish. My life could go anywhere and nobody knew exactly what I was capable of but they knew I was powerful. In this recollection of once forgotten memoirs, we take a closer look at what it means to be a broken...
