Soul Of A Convict

I wrote this one thinking about what my dad got to be going through ....please comment and comment all y others as well…thanks
Braids in my hair
Orange from neck to ankle
Black boots on my feet to match my black soul that’s unseen and disguised.
The one I hide…morning noon and night
Blade under my tongue
Hands in a fist real tight
I wonder who’s going to die tonight
Who’s going to test my patients?
How long will it last before I whoop their ass?
How long will it be before they feed me something to eat or will they let me starve?
Who knows?
Who? Not me
They don’t give a damn about me
I hear the screams in the night from other guy’s cells
Can’t wait to leave and can’t wait to be free
10 years gone by and I’m still here caged in this cell
Screaming for mercy but no1 can hear me or see me
But I keep screaming for mercy in my black boots and orange jumper suit and my hair is still in braids and I wont lie even when I leave I’ll still be afraid
This is the soul of a convict inside and out.

By Brittany R.
Published: 4/13/2008		 Your Contributions: Tell us a Poem! You don't have to be a Buzzle.com author to contribute to Poetry Bee. Submit a poem of your own right now!
 
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