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 © | Year Posted 2008

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Toran Avatar
October 29, 2008 at 8:11 AM
I commend you for writing this piece. God bless you and your family. Milt
Winter Avatar
October 26, 2008 at 5:43 AM
Michael, it is a terrifying thought, and my heart just cries for what you went through. It is an important dedication and good you have this out there for everyone to read. As for Michael Torres, he must have been the best of the best in his job. Awesome write. Love, Shar
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October 26, 2008 at 3:48 AM
A worthy dedication, Michael for anyone who has been in jail. My husband was once is jail (only for 9 months at 18) but it was enough to make him never ever want to go back! His dad was in prison for over 5 years - maybe you've heard of them, he was one of "The Weathermen" on the west coast back in the 60's...they finally caught him though. Well done, thanlks for the inspiration, love Kristin
Austin Avatar
October 25, 2008 at 9:58 PM
Prison...what a terrifying social structure. Your poem should be digested by anyone screwing around with the law. Love, daver
Dewalt Avatar
October 25, 2008 at 8:43 PM
Excellent poem. I have not been in prison but I do live in the ghetto so I know all about respect and watching your back.
W Avatar
October 25, 2008 at 5:41 PM
Thank you for pouring your heart and soul, this took guts to write and to confess out loud. I applaud you and admire your honesty.You have gained my respect in all that you write. Warmest regards, Lena.
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October 25, 2008 at 12:58 PM
Michael may God bless you and your walk. Your wife and beautiful daughters and your courageous son. love for all of you and your family Michael Torres
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October 25, 2008 at 12:56 PM
Michael thank you for this dedication. One of the greatest man that ever lived was the apostle Paul and Moses. They both were murderers but they are forgiven. . Michael your much better then they in your crime. We are all sinners some of us get caught others dont. It what you realize in life and who you are today not yesterday. God will always love you and forgive you. I too was behind bars for a crime. Ive been on both sides Michael. I had many friends in prison and many memories. Thanyou..
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