The unravel of the 2020 gravel that life put me through,
Dates pending, colliding with one another,
Time was not my friend,
As I grasped for help, it seemed like a yelp,
I was someone desperate for breath,
Wrong person, scott free, bailed on all but two questionings,
While under investigation, he ran from his nothing, blind eyes turned to his side,
My situation speaks, only the evidence that leaks,
Emotional toil, hormonal unseen.
No tests, no kits, I’m not an experim*i*nt,
You all just leave me alone,
With your poking and prodding,
Leaving me second guessing,
Maybe it was all just a gross joke,
Maybe it was me where the lies ceased to precede,
But they all had me wrapped up as a joke.

These people of the underground,
Heavenly put under foot,
Don’t like what the truth beholds,
The strong and the bold,
With knowledgeable God on my side,
They won’t easily take a “no”.

Even those in the game,
Possessed by authority,
And especially those “just doing their job”,
Unquestioning,
To you I thank,
For the experience I take,
The knowledge of all your back hands.

Because No means No in any setting,
And only give them something under duress,
It works for police, So I’ve been told,
For one to make such a move, bold.
I wonder in the setting,
Of the white coat,
What would be their response,
If one only consented under duress,
What would be their reaction and response.

For no means no,
Or so they say,
If you are a rapist today.

But in the medical field,
In the house of police,
Investigations that was on my heels,
Detectives where on my case.

I kept coming back to my circumstance,
But that, in their eyes, was just a disguise,
Something they thought should be completely dismissed.

“That can’t be the reason”
Bellowed and echoed along,
Like it was 2020s song,
One to which they all sang along,

While I sat there alone,
With no where to go,
No emotional safe place to turn.

While those in white coats,
Treated me like a joke,
Like my hormones where something I can control.

They scoffed and they scolded,
Dirty looks over shouldered,
As I would walk into that room,

The Facebook post, of 2020s memories,
The posts made one year ago…
The immense pressure from several transgressors,
All the same week my little man was birthed,
Reasons thrown out the window,
Finding one to suit their story,
Because mine reasons couldn’t be why.

And what was concluded,
Where was the real reason rooted?

To them it was hard but “factually based”,
That I didn’t supply enough milk,
And that due to his jaundice,
And the DNA components,
That’s the reason behind it all,

Because as science states,
Stress and toxins don’t interfere with hormones, do they mates?
No that won’t fit their narrative,
It doesn’t matter,
A security guard father,
Can’t be the one causing the distress,
It must be the mother,
So we’ll investigate her further,
To them it was always me.