Sent To The Slammer

SENT TO THE SLAMMER

Sent to the slammer
Freedom gone.
Orange clothes to wear
Privacy gone.
They say I’m a con.
I didn’t kill.
I didn’t rape.
I smoked some pot.
Need to escape.
Don’t want to eat.
Can’t seem to sleep.
I’m in a hole
That’s so damned deep.

Sent to the slammer.
Need some air.
No one to listen.
No one to care.
Been on my own
Since I’m ten.
Never been caged,
Never in a pen.
Need to pray.
What do I say?
Help me please.
Set me free.
I can’t breathe.
Can’t you see?

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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