Stigma a small six letter word,

But blocks the way;

Too unconfident to be heard.

You beastly biased blighted word,

You block the light you’re so absurd.

 

Stigma stands blocking our path,

Scared alone or scared they’ll laugh.

You disgust me with your devilish way,

Blinding us all through night and day.

 

Stigma move over;

Let me soar or fly.

Keeping tears blocked too afraid to cry,

I PRAY.

 

Stigma should be shunted,

Let’s educate the world.

Seeking help not stunted,

Speak up with spoken word.

I SPEAK.

 

Stigma you shrink and weaken,

As my pain with few I share.

Confidence growing faster,

Now eased enough not to care.

IT HELPS.

 

Stigma I’d like to see you crumble,

Like an old, still, dry stone wall.

You will never see me stumble,

A voice to listen to all.

A FRIEND.

 

Stigma you no longer have the power,

To quieten us from the ‘norm’.

It’d be boring if all the same,

Unique from the day we were all born.

EMBRACE DIFFERENCE.

 

Stigma now disheveled,

In future hope you’re gone.

Knowledge giving power,

To show us all you’re wrong.

EQUALITY.

 

By Maggie Evans

 

 

 

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