I hear the screaming and crying from the next cell over.
Grown men saying they want to go home. I even cried my first night
I cried like a baby.
My cell mate just layed their and pretended not to hear me.
The next day he said don't worry it will get to a point
wear you don't care you just go through the motions of the day.
You go numb you don't feel all the bad stuff.
A boy of 18 came in today he looked so familure but i could'nt think of who he was.
Once I got closer I saw it was my nephew it was Maliki, he always said "I want to be like you nucle Ben, Your my hero." Now I see he has become like me in every way and
It kills me everytime I see his face, I think to myself I am no hero, I am a monster of the worst kind.
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You can go edit your poem, correct the typo..
This is a nice write tho... He is no Hero, those arent the footsteps that needs to be followed.. I know to many ppl Locked up right now and that is a scary life they run into everyday... I myself try to mentor those who are in trouble because of the ppl ive lost or will lose to ignorance..
Good write girl, I liked the story line behind it..
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sorry
thats suposed to be uncl ben
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