In my own defense I leave the jury my testimony.
Color boy they say in a white man world.
Homeless man on trial.
I never thought life would get any harder than it is
for me.
If you said there would be pain I would have to believe.
Because it live with me inside and out.
I haven't had a bath in years so should I thank this
jail house.
The beatings are regular, all of this because I was defending
a little girl from being rape by a cop.
She turn on me and that when my heart dropped.
Guilty, Guilty, Guilty, I would say walk in my shoes.
But I have none for my feet are bruised.
Some say I have nothing to lose.
But there something to gain from all this hurt and pain.
My dignity and self image then also my pride.
I stare at everyone in the room hoping they
want forget me.
An innocent man thrown to the wolves.
Judge there no sign of empathy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem