I am not my Diagnosis.

I am not my diagnosis.

I am the exception to the prognosis.

We are more than computer files and government funds.

So I speak for those whom don't have ears and tongues, I gift my heart and lungs.

We are not a prescription. Mental health does not expire it is a lifetime subscription.

I write for those in submission and retention and topics that need attention in congress, resources and prevention.

May I request a moment of silence?

For those of us lost to police violence.

Who needed help and not harm.

A little patience with no alarm but lost lives to firearms.

Would you please remain silent.

For suicide, schizophrenia and depression.

Isolation, PTSD, abuse and oppression.

Internet bullying and the subjection to a world lacking empathy and discretion.

We die without protection or suppression.

I am not your movie role villain.

I am in a world of my own chilling and dealing with these racing feelings.

Not riding with guns with intent on killing or in angry mobs storming government buildings.

Mental illness is convenient for pleas and bargains. Scapegoats for heinous crimes when criminals are not hardened.

I am not diluted.

I am speaking loud and clearly.

For I believe in this dearly.

Daily, monthly and yearly.

I advocate sincerely and securely for I am this severely.

By minute and hour.

I am a flower and cannot be defined by hits on browsers. These aren't disabilities, these abilities are Superpowers.

I am more than your comfort.

I may need your comforting.

Or in need of medicated drugs and instead of your mean mugs, offer me an ear or a hug.

I am not a thug.

Help me please!

Not the kind that comes with likes, comments and shares.

Be aware it's a trigger when you stare but its even more uncomfortable to pretend we're not there.

If I'm acting abnormal, I'm completely unaware.

Aggression may trigger me please handle me with care.

I am more than a tax dollar.

I am a mother and father.

An artist and a scholar.

A friend and child, talented and proud.

We are loved.

I am indefinable.

Not by dictionary pages nor Hollywood stages. We are deserving of praises for our contributions through the ages.

Why are we alienated and not celebrated. Can we please educate the miseducated?

I am not 500 characters of desperation or despair. This signal is free to connect if unpaired.

This revolution will air by determination or deter. I was built for wear and tear.

We cannot be restrained.

Seize the body but not my brain.

Never take my soul and these words will remain.

Time will come to past, and these words will still harvest crops and reap grains.

I represented.

We need a congress seat.

To ensure hearings and listening when we speak.

One who stands for the muted and weak because there's no marches and protest for our rights in the street.

Ignoring demands for reform.

With not a qualm nor quorum, a committee or forum.

We are more than this allegory.

This is centuries in the making. Remembering those that have been forgotten and taken.

Confined and condemned.

Absent freedom or whelm.

Navigating the sea of privatized politics is

like sailing without sail or helm.

I stand in solidarity.

So that we may have an understanding and clarity.

That the fundamental right to live merrily necessarily and not barely,

should always be granted to those that are extraordinary.

I am not my diagnosis.