A poem I wrote while I was in jail about my circumstances at that time. I spent 45 days in county jail for a gram of weed. One of the deputies was extremely disrespectful and miserable all the time, so miserable she had to make the rest of us miserable too. Anyways, I hated her and she made me mad enough one day to write about it. They called lunch "feeding time". We were treated like animals. It was twisted and infuriating to say the least, especially since over half of the women in that county jail were in there were good people waiting on Immigration hearings, often for months, even years. Looking back, I had it a lot better than I did in other county jails, but it was still rather frustrating. It sort of felt... nursing home like... maybe mixed with a touch of Zoo? Either way, it was miserable and I wrote this poem mad as fuck about it.
Ill-informed, you're all the same
Clad in orange, we're all insane
An ironed badge, for years you train
because the insane can't show restraint
You feed us things we cannot name
Criminals. we're all the same
To you, we're like the dregs of scum
the prisons couldn't save you from
Soulless beings dressed in orange
but the evil lives in uniforms
when conversation's all we seek
the worst in us is all you see;
manipulation's all we speak
and laughter is your enemy
You tell me that I'll never be
the person I have always dreamed
Convince me that, then set me free
and what you see is all I'll be
Expect me to obey the law
I'll laugh and cross each line you draw
I'm not the devil's earthly help
I'm not under a demon's spell
Miss holier-than-thou
forever raising brows
Soon you'll see inside the cell
your judgements doom you straight to hell