Poem: I Used to Work at the Jail

I Used to Work at the Jail by a Community Supervision Officer When you say I want to see you locked up, what I want to say is that I…

My Case Load by a Community Supervision Officer Offender wants off papers Refuses to change ways Running away to come back

Where Does Love Go? Where does love go when true love dies? It goes back to your heart And comes out to your eyes My dear daughter this is true…

We Have Future! Sittin’ here thinking to myself writin’ poem after poem Every night I lay down I have a mental storm after storm But when I was free and…

My Case! Sittin’ here in this alias place… Everything orange I knew I had a serious case Chillin’ in the cell for about three or four days… Thinkin’ to my…