“Oh.
It couldn’t happen to you.huh
Don’t be so sure.
…just be careful of your gaze.
Your blink
Your countenance.
Oh yes Virginia.
There is a Data Clause
And he sees you when you’re sleeping
And he knows when you’re half baked.
I can usually spot them
I can see who might be next.
I want to warn them
I want to warn them to keep their eyes centered and head
high.
…
The crazies.
Or those who appear as such
Are prime candidates for neural monitor
Think about it
It is really that unimaginable?.”The woman in the bed next
to me may as well have been singing to the choir.
But I don’t say anything.
I sit on my hands.
I sit on my thoughts
I don’t want to be here.
They steal your things.
They pick their noses.
They give you looks.
They talk gibberish
There is never any quiet .
Not in a shelter.
“I’m talking to you BITCH” she says,”don’t think it couldn't
happen to you!”
Finally she gets up
But not after kicking the side of my bed..
I am 31 years old
My name is Beth
I am homeless
I got off the bus in the wrong “right” neighborhood.
5 months ago.
I was feeling ill.
That morning I had taken a prescription cold medicine that
made me feel odd,
Disoriented,scared…
I could barely sit on the bus without feeling
agitated,tingly.
There was no bench to sit on.
I had to lean against a post .
A cop car pulled over and asked what I was doing.
He flashed a penlight in my eyes and said something into a
walkie talkie.
I tried to explain,that it was a reaction to medicine.
He lowered my head into the car .
I was taken to a mental hospital
And given a shot
Whatever was in the shot made me even sicker
A nurse explained that a small RFD transmitter was placed
under my skin so I would not be a harm to myself or others.
I was taken to a group ward.
After 2 weeks I was released but told I must stay out of
areas in the city that I have no reason to be in
And that maybe I
should leave California .
Because I was away in the hospital I lost my job as a
cashier
And during those 2 weeks I was away.
Some food I had left out had rotted.and small insects
according to the landlord where everywhere
I was asked to vacate the apartment.
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