I have been exiled from society,
A threat and a menace is what they call me.
As I sit and count those who are real,
I’m high in spirits, even while confined to concrete and steel.
The things that I cherish are so far away,
But I am not like the branch;
I will not wither or sway.
As I continue to strive and struggle for existence,
I do it with pride, knowledge, and persistence.
I refuse to be dissuaded by those whose spirits have died,
Because I know only the strong survive.
They still don’t get it and will never understand,
That you can’t imprison the mind of a man.
By Ker’Sean Ramey