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Jail January 5th 2011

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Jail January 5th 2011

My name is Kalie Jo-Ann Stevenson & I'm grateful to be alive. As I sit on this cold piece 
of metal, they call a bed, I cry so many tears for I'm torn, hurt, betrayed & losing my 
only mind I've ever had. This feeling of hurt is so strong. Overwhelming. I look behind 
me & see a window only 3 inches wide. You can't see out of it. I look around me & all I 
see is these 4 walls closing in on me. Suffocating. A sink with no handles, a toilet to be 
shared by your cell mate. No privacy. Only Insanity. How does one survive this? How do 
you keep from going insane? All you can do it think or sleep. Even then, you can't sleep 
because your mind is racing a million miles an hour. I want to escape. I've been 
wrongfully incarcerated. I'm the Victim. I don't belong in a cage like this..I feel like a 
caged animal with no future of being free of this, free from the hurts inside, free to be 
my own person, free to just be ME. I feel like I have no control over my life. As if 
someone is using me as a puppet; pulling & ripping my strings left & right.. I hear 
screaming & try to block it out. People have lost their minds. The screams & cries are so 
piercing to your ears that it seems as though, all the screams & tears are from yourself, 
but they're not. You'd like to do the same but if you do, you shall be punished for it. Life 
is not Free. Life is not your own. People, government; they control your life, without 
even the slightest chance to let you speak on your behalf. What happen to freedom of 
speech? I miss my man & my daughter.. I'm crying uncontrollably.. Why me? My entire 
life, I've struggled to stay alive & for what? To be kicked to the curb every time I finally 
let someone in? To continue my Life being mistreated, used & thrown away as if I have 
no feelings? Am I ever going to catch a break? I want all this to be over but it shall 
continue, at least another week or so..Then I shall be sentenced..

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  1. Date: 1/20/2011 8:43:00 AM
    I enjoyed reading your excellent poetry this morning Kalie. Praying life starts treating you better. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 1/20/2011 4:38:00 AM
    so sorry for your situation but don't give up hope,sweetie...love,Deb

  1. Date: 1/20/2011 2:55:00 AM
    Very dark thoughts you have expressed in the prose poetry, Kalie