They say the punching bag has aids And the mosquitoes are known to have a Wesnile-disease around here The cell next to me “13” is where a kid hung himself a couple months ago before I came into here, they say he molested kindergarten kids, and that he was a rapist. I feel like I’m trapped with animals, the other units have adults in them, I usually see them walking around in the yard and evening. The cells are tiny dirty and smelly, the toilets are gross and metal, the bed is iron and uncomfortable, the doors are also metal and lockable. The food is fattening, because it’s all fried, and it’s also been precooked before we get it. We have old time computers, we got cable, and for recreation we play ping-pong or go to the back and play basketball football style with a ball that does not even bounce. There are 3 fences between the inside of the correctional to the outside, they got barbwire laced with circles full of razors. That tells me I’m here to stay and there’s no way out
Reason for writing:
Just some old writting
Birth sign: Aries
You need to log in to edit this poem if it is yours.
View more poems by Jaired A B S.