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Tired Eyed Chicana

It's 3am in this cold dark place and my eyes have yet to shut. So there will be no dreams of better places and things to come. Now it's 4am as I go to brush my teeth I look up from the sink at the reflection of a tired eye chicana girl. In less then seven hours I'll be standing in front of the one person that can say, "Time served, you are free to go," or turn around and give me more time in this cold dark hell whole. Long ride back to what is my home for now, dealing with loud rude men behind me yelling and barking nasty coments like, " Show me what you got Miss. Thang." Thirteen hours later,I'm finally back in G~Dorm with tears rolling down my face knowing that I'm gonna take the blame for something I did not do. As I lay down to try to sleep I keep wondering when the day will come that this tired eye chicana will awake from a bad dream of a hell whole that's cold.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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