incarceration
We protest in the loudest voice the injustice of the “justice system”
We protest our dehumanization
We protest our victimization
We protest our torture
We protest the harsh treatment by the “justice system”
I have been
Stuck in this cage alone,
Knowing, yet, scared and
Barred from the help
Necessary to transcend
No clothes
No shoes
No lights
No food
Child being raised by a child
Leave struggles with no rules
Wait 4 Me
Because I’m almost free
No more cuffs on my hands
No more shackles on my feet
No more waking up sad
No more crying to sleep
Who would know I got my mind right?
It’s obvious that at home I was blind
But who would know I got my eye sight.
I have an L plus 50
Which means they want me to be locked up beyond life.