If I were watering the cement,
with blood From a head wound,
I wouldn’t want someone
to hand me a SpongeBob band-aid,
I wouldn’t want someone to try to help,
By beating the pain out of me.
I would want to get staples or stitches,
From a passionate professional.
After my wound healed,
Or at least stopped bleeding,
I would figure out what the hell happened,
How I got hurt,
And how to avoid it again.
If I fell because of a pothole,
I look out for it next time,
If I fell because I was sick,
Tired, or had a bodily ailment,
I seek treatment and support.
I treat the source
AND the immediate symptoms
Why are prisons,
so often,
not the same way?
Resource:
SickyBeat 