Treasure Island

SQC Chevalier

(4-18-1966 / Elizabeth, New Jersey)

I Took The Fall


I’ll take the fall as the underdog—
that is what my soul agreed when I was framed
by a lady that was mean and insane.
I came as a light worker to make jail not so grim- -
inmates going to prison needed some smiles
before they went in—
In prison where they were not getting out-
they were stuck without a doubt.
Inmates say “Prison is better than being in jail”
This is where “The System” does fail.
What jail inmates need is the chance to get healed
not to repeat the cycle of addiction, violence and to steal.

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 06, 2013
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Written by SC Chevalier on March 25,2013

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