Shahana Jackson Poet I do not know?

Unwillingly Dying

I sat in the court room and watched all the jurors eyes. They were so innnocent 
and so ignorant as they looked upon my husbands perdicament.

He was facing the death penalty and I could see the pain in his eyes as I tried to 
reach out for him but a wall seemed to block us.

He had been charged with murdering a little girl about four or five and as I 
watched the case my eyes began to fog. 

I remembered the night it happened a day I would never forget. A saw him swing 
the bat towards my legs but what he didn't see was our angel tightly hugging my 
knees. 

I had dealt with abuse from this man for 12 years and even though he beat me all 
the time he would never touch Keisha. She was his little girl.   

But just in that moment when the object collided I could see his hurt as if the bat 
had hit him. 

A few 911 calls later and handcuffs over hands and my husband was in jail but 
my baby was dead.  

I felt angry that he would even touch our little girl. She was my soul my heart and 
my entire world.

 But at the same time I knew he didn't mean to. I had seen many things in my life 
but never had I seen him cry like he did that night.  

I felt like my health was deterriating since the day she left. I'd lost five pounds in a 
matter of days and my hair had fallen out in chunks. But I still stood up when the 
verdict was about  to be read.  

I turned my attention back to the court as they said he was guilty. 

A  smile came up to my lips but than faded almost as quick as the judge 
sentenced him to death I screamed " no he doesn't deserve this". 

I watched as the parol officers took him away to meet his fate as my lips 
trembled. 

This was another day I would never forget.

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