Mental Illness In Florida's Prison's Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

Mental Illness In Florida's Prison's



Wading through the sheer magnitude of it
the abuse of the mentally I'll
makes police brutality look like the best
way out of life.

Here there aren’t people in cells with cell phones
where most of the prisons are open bay dorms.
No cameras taking footage of abuse.
Though they catch it
like the rapes it happens in secret.
Horror stories that are heard
as is the custom in the south it only being injust
barely scratches the surface.

Inside of Florida it's prisons
where the mentally ill are kept in the dark of their silence.
What is it like to live in a open building where
inmates try to survive with untreated trauma and severe mental illness
like paranoid schizophrenia.

Beaton literally for years
I was daily meted out uninterrupted forms of abuse
not being able to leave
unable to write it off as another bad day with out hope.
Evidence of this abuse
left hematomas surrounded by purple bruises and scars.

Beatings from staff members
whom when bored whould place them in cells to be beaton
not unfraid to report them as incidents
that required the use of chemicals and the use of force

Bogus disciplinary reports from most whom could not read or write
which is why some are here
unable to converse with their court appointed attorney.
Which required the removal of any basic privileges.
While in itself by them being placed
in proximity by the staff and the cause
of taunting by the more endless line of evil of inmates.

There once as a living man
who was by doctors severely mentally ill.
Like many others whom through the night being calm
would by staff on arrivel be mistreated.
Some
would bang their heads on the metal doors
or leave bloody impressions on the walls.
Others yelled out for what seemed like eternity
but lasted for only hours.
The mentally ill have
such stamina you would never believe.
Why on when out side
it is why some women still take some of U.S. in.

For ever comprimised I mean you and I.
The magnitude of it
Florida's and it's abuse of all of them
makes police brutality look like a walk in the park.
Now it's all I can do
to have them characterized as sadistic sociopaths.

Friday, June 19, 2015
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James McLain

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From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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