SQC Chevalier (4-18-1966 / Elizabeth, New Jersey)
LEANN CALLED ME SUZY Q
Quietly walking down the through the cells
looking for a cell before someone woke up to yell.
Luckily everyone was sound asleep except LeAnn
she was happy to see me and gave me a hand.
She helped me get my sheets on my bunk bed
I was at the top, afraid I would hit my head.
No worries I was happy she was near
she told me to “cover my ass” she was sincere.
She knew the lady that got me in there
was more than “crazy” and insincere.
She told me how proud she was of her son
he was a great worker his life had just begun.
She showed me her leg metal running up to her knee
I touched and felt bad, she had lost jobs
and stole for she was starving.
Too bad the planet has not figured out a way
to help starving people without putting them away.
Written by SC Chevalier on March 27,2013
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