Jail Songz Poem by Jacob Valentine

Im stuck in jail with nothing but songs.
It will be four and a half years until I can go back home.
No supplies that belong to me none that I can call my own.
Not hats not a book not even a comb.
I could have been out but no money for bail.
One or two phone calls that I can afford in this hell.
In here Im nobody, out there it’s the same.
What kind of place is this where we have numbers for names?
They keep me away from the others because ill go insane.
Mom had come to visit me but I was too ashamed.
To look her in her eyes.
She picked my head up and told me to keep my pride.
Because a jail song is the only thing keeping me alive.
So now I sit and think about the things going on.
Plus the love of my life to whom I’ve done wrong.
I gave her a call after we talked and things.
I finally realized why the caged bird sings.