Prison
We come in orange and leave in blue
In-between there is a lot we go through
We learn about love and learn about hate
As we lose our faith to anticipate
We learn to take nothing for granted
As we fight the demon seed from being planted
We are nothing but a number in this place
This term 73168 fits my face
As you look at the C.O.s it's true but sad
All walks of life have good and bad
I look out my window towards the gun towers
Inside are little specks with forbidden powers
Its true prison has fences and walls
And it is ok to make telephone calls
But what its about is political rules
All the ones not taught in schools
It’s about your heart turning cold and your body turning hard
In order to hold your respect out in the yard
It’s about learning to suck up your balls
And handle your business out in the halls
It will teach you all about respect
And sadly enough about neglect
What prison is about is clear to see
It’s about people like you and people like me
I wish to dedicate this poem to Michael Torres
who was once a C.O. inside a Prison.
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
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