The sound of stigma
shouts at me,
piercing and wounding my heart,
leaving a lasting and permanent scar
as a reminder of the words and signs
of discrimination and prejudice,
still affecting me negatively
in my bipolar journey
The sound of stigma is heard in words, whispers, and jokes.
Seen and felt in looks, glances, and negative reactions.
Loudly heard when I did not get a job, lost a job, and lost friends.
The sound of stigma is seen and heard on television shows, movies, news programs,
at church, hospitals, stores, schools, college and many more places…
I have heard and experienced the sound of stigma everywhere.
The sound of stigma needs to stop and be quiet now.
Shhhhh… no more sounds of stigma.