Jumiya Arleen Crump
Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility writing contest, August 2019
OD, PTSD, bipolar, anxiety, and depression
that’s what they label me as.
In need of a hug and respect
is what I label me as.
Betrayal and defeat
body extremely weak.
Head pounding heart aching body shaking mind racing
in need of a fix
a high that make me feel like I can fly,
fly far away to the point of no return. Beat beat beat the sound slowly fades away
to the unknown faint cries and pleas asking why?
But my cries were never heard
so let the dearly beloved depart.
Every face has a mask and an unknown mission
that create or resolve an underlying issue
so no need to revive just let go slowly
but for some reason the heart won’t quit
and instead only keep living on slowly.
She loves me she loves me not.
He loves me or maybe not
oh why oh why must I continue to suffer
but constantly surviving my every day struggles.