Are There Angels Hovering Above?
I was called into the lawyer’s room today at 12 noon.
A doctor and an investigator--
they listened to me for almost five hours.
Both women, sent by my lawyer.
I had been in touch with a
group that supports battered women.
It was them that gave my lawyer
these two wonderful women’s names--
so understanding and kind.
I told the doctor she was the
best medical professional
I had seen since my year-plus here.
She laughed but knew I meant the truth.
I guess my self-advocacy would be
to let something be done with the
way we are treated for our meds
and mental health. The doctor asked,
“How are the therapists here?”
It was my turn to laugh
because there is really no one
to fill the shoes of such a person.
Mental anguish, mental breakdowns, crying--
they happen to me a lot.
There treatment here, it’s simple.
They just put you on fifteen minute checks.
Like that’s going to help.
It’s the truth of what happens here.
We really don’t get any help.
So I try to do what I know best,
pray to my God for strength.
Art: Which Way Out, AT