No pens are not given to inmates
because of what happened at an earlier date.
But words are still there on walls
and glass windows and steel doors.
I see the words “F__ck You”
which is common in there—
but as I said to myself “I love you”
I looked up and did stare—
Stare at the words I LOVE YOU
which was written by my bunk bed
I read it over and over again in my head.
Yes, no matter where you go
Love is there for that is what we are as souls.
Love Is Everywhere—
No matter if you think nobody really does care.
God’s love is in humans, animals and birds
We are forms of LOVE
and so are written WORDS.
Written by Suzanna Chevalier on Easter March 31,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem