Tomorrow, I face court for what should be a violation of a restraining order. Instead, I’m being charged with domestic violence—a crime I did not commit. I didn’t even enter my mother’s house. I went there to appeal to her for help with my homelessness. Now, I’m being accused of violence that never happened.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been wronged by the system. Last year, I was beaten up four times in group homes, yet not one arrest was made. I was the victim, but I never received justice. Meanwhile, here I am, being dragged into court, labeled as violent when all I’ve ever sought was survival.
The truth is painful: my mother wants me dead. She’s trying to send me back to jail—a place where I was raped the last time I was falsely convicted. I can’t even begin to describe the fear that comes with the possibility of going back to that hell. The system, it seems, is rigged against people like me.
I didn’t lay a finger on my mother, but now I’m forced to consider a plea bargain to avoid an even harsher sentence. It’s not because I’m guilty, but because I can’t take the risk of facing an unforgiving legal system that doesn’t care about the truth. It’s a heartbreaking situation, but she’s the only mother I’ve ever had, and I have to survive somehow.
As I prepare for tomorrow, I realize the weight of this injustice. The system is stacked against me, and the fight is no longer about proving my innocence—it’s about staying alive.
by Dan and Bonkers
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