SHOW ME THE DOOR
Written by Marc Rosemond
I am a mass incarceration skeleton of American prisons.
Ignited by my burning desire for freedom.
I am the presumptuous guilt far from an innocent.
Tainted by prejudiced eyes in becoming a victim.
A three letter word (lie) sires death warrants
Existing in a mob mentality’s cruel punishment.
I am the result of a pledged statement
That made way to a formed sentence.
Breathing life in a quagmire behind walls of silence.
Unseen or heard, herded every day toward
A cage without resistance.
What I am is of no significance
To a society too blind to see.
My place is a space of indominable will
Not to take my life to spite my captors.
Despising the rising sun
For only through the gates, barbed wire wall can it’s galore.
A good day with the children
In the park a reminder of torture.
That damn doctor keeps advising me to stop stressing so much
As I enviously watch him walk out the door.
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