Everywhere you go, you feel rejected
Anything you do makes you feel dejected People get scared, like you are infected But show no signs, that you are affected Surrounded by people, yet you feel alone Feeling stuck within a solitary zone People speak of you, as if it were a stigma Together, we can stop this enigma We must get educated, for people to be liberated Break the chains, avoid the pains Showing equality, should be the policy This poem represents the stigma surrounding mental illness, and what many people struggle with mental illnesses have to go through on a daily basis. My poem is saying that no matter what you do, or where you go, people with profile you on you diagnosis regardless of whether they are educated, or understand what they are judging you on. This can be compared to the profiling that went on during the 1980s and 1990s in the Southern California African american community, where the authorities believed any rap artist or black man dealt drugs and was involved in gangs just because of their ethnicity. I believe that any man, women or child should be treated as equal, no matter race, gender, religious, or the fact they have a mental illness. You wouldn’t stigmatize a cancer patient, or someone with a physical illness, the same policy should be enforced regarding mental diagnosis.
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