November 2010
I became a statistic
labled - criminal -
within twenty minutes
my world came
tumbeling down
Handcuffed
chains around the ankles
in case I have the urge
to run away
suffocating in a small holding cell
Mixed emotions
fear...anxiety...sadness...hopelessness
and so my life begins
a small part in a minority group
a number
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