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The Political Issue
Vol. 4 Issue 2
Untitled
by INMATE Christopher Videtto
As I sat all alone with a smile on my face
The jury walked in at a very slow pace
When the judge read the verdict I thought I would die
But I acted like a man because inmates don't cry
Now back at the jail while locked in my cell
I thought of the prison, the torment and the hell
The feelings inside I wish I could deny
But I acted real tough because inmates don't cry.
The day of the ride I was shackled and cuffed
I thought of you when you said to be tough
We arrived at the prison, the walls were so high
And I said something smart because inmates don't cry.
Time dragged by some good and some bad
I prayed for my release feeling tired and sad
I no longer feel tough, brave nor wise
And I'll tell you a secret, Last night I cried.
Prison life is not designed to make an inmate a better person, it's
purpose is to hide away societies mistakes and destroy dreams by living a nightmare, to
create a hardened even more disturbed person. My road lies within the positive thought I
keep inside myself and with that I'll be free to live a positive life, not believing that
my life is ever over!