Incarcerated But Not Hated

Voices echo off these solid walls.
No one hears their calls.
To get to have a life outside would be all.
To be picked up & lifted when they fall.
Not intimidated without mercy to crawl.
Suffer, despair, & sadness they bawl.
Inside haters want to brawl.
Perception of time is stalled.

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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