Writer’s note: I’ve been struggling for years and am celebrating two years clean of fentanyl.
Please follow the series of Mr. Fentanyl, written by Tent City Ma and dedicated to the many who died in the streets of D.C. due to overdoses or violence without the dignity of housing. It’s dedicated to the families who lost their loved ones to incarceration, the many who suffer from being misused by mental health services due to a lack of good, honest case management, or are misdiagnosed and over medicated. It’s dedicated to those bullied and targeted because a person might not know they have problems, or because they are over doped, and people think it gives them the right to take advantage of their mind and body and misuse their finances.
It doesn’t have to even be a family or friends who can take your finances. A case manager can take advantage of you, so the proof is in the pudding. It can be medicine, not only fentanyl. It’s true, just a small message from the writer.
PTSD kicks up,
and the shelter causes bed bugs in my pants.
You can call ‘em what you want,
I still rep my old jersey. Y’all can call them the Commanders.
Donald Trump, Kamala Harris,
it don’t matter who won.
Why y’all throwing tantrums about the president?
The homeless get nothing save a life of empty boxes of Narcan in the street.
