Stigma Poem by Josh B.

I'm sick of being labeled an addict, junkie, meth head, or druggie.
I just want to be able to daddy.
I can't wait till this OCY bullshit is over...
I just want to see my Eli and J-Dozer.
Till the day I die I'm going to remain sober.
I miss dad taxes on nuggies, slushies, and fry fries.
Going to bulls down with my little guys, wiping tears from underneath my baby's eyes when they get hurt, or get shots from the 'mean' doctor guy.
Seeing the Wonder in awe as they watch a hair and fly, watching them chase butterflies, fighting to get them in the car after hours at the park that closes at dark.
Playing chase the 'airplane' while I'm flying my drone.

Everyday we are apart is another crack in my heart I just miss my little buddies and feel so alone until I get them back no house will be a home.