Stigma sucks

I should know

Sometimes it follows me

Wherever I go

Some say it’s my own fault

Don’t ask and don’t tell…

Keep it in the closet

And all will be swell

The notion is caustic

To live life in shame

It gives me the message

I’m filthy and lame

But I will not hide

My light under a bush

I will not pretend

But I will not push

If you want to know I’ll tell you

I’ve nothing to hide

I am not crazy

And I still have my pride

So up goes my head

As I walk with a swagger

You can keep your stigma

‘Cause it just doesn’t matter

It don’t matter to me

It don’t inhabit my mind

So go stick the stigma

Where the sun don’t shine.

Yes, up goes my head

As I walk with a swagger

You’re stigma can’t hurt me

‘Cause it just doesn’t matter.




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I am a wife, mother, RN, make-up artist, and musician, who also happens to have a mood disorder. Fortunately, I will not let the latter define me. I am also a survivor of suicide loss. This website is dedicated to my brother, Jefferson Joseph Blanton-Harris ("Joey"). This site is to share thoughts about beauty, fashion, and most of all, mental health. Because fabulousness starts with good mental health! ~"I only want to see you laughing in the Purple Rain" - Prince

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