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Marc Rosemond #93A1985
12/7/2019

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.