Judge

As I sit down on the cold seat,

In the staffroom,

I look at my line manager,

Red blouse,

Glasses,

Red lipstick that does her no favours at all,

Back to work chat here we go,

She nods her head “right.” she says,

“How can you prove you are mentally stable to come back to work?”

I look at her startled,

No emotion nothing,

I don’t even know what to say, what the fuck,

She says the word mental like its a disease,

Like I am a crazy fucked person,

Looking down at me like she is better,

Like I am damaged,

Who told you I had mental health issues,

I ask her,

Nobody,

You assumed I did,

Yes maybe my head is all over the place,

When you lose your baby that happens I tell her.

 

 

 

 

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