Praying Inmates Keep Their Hope Poem by Christina Sunrise

Going across a cross walk and what do I see?
A flashing hand starring at me.
Count down the voice does go
it reminds me of my handprint that
Sheriff smudged so.
Now I can think more positively
I was let out of jail and now I'm free.
I was free and didn't lose my dignity.
I am innocent and not guilty—
I prayed all night for the inmates in their beds
I prayed for the judge, sheriffs and brought
Light to their heads.
Be more Conscious of Everyone here
They are humans first and some are very sincere.
Worried about seeing their children and afraid
they will get hit again—
Be brought back to jail
from husband who controls them.
Or be set up like I was while I was just protecting my place
made to feel that I was a disgrace.
I do feel very sad and everyday prayer dearly for
the inmates not making it through the exit door.