Writing A Prisoner Poem by Donna Nimmo

Writing A Prisoner

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You say that you are not your crime
With the scars of pain, I also do your time
I want to forgive you I pray that I can
Though drugs were involved, you're still the man

I sat through the trial with so much sorrow
For my aunt there would be no tomorrow
I cried for all the pain she went through
The details were horror, the whole court room knew

I can't think about her, or I'll break down again
The past so ugly I don't know how to begin
You say you don't remember that much
You need to stop using drugs as your crutch

I hope you're sincere about changing your ways
You avoided the death penalty, but it's you that pays
She paid with her life, which hurt so many
You've thrown away your life, in years you got plenty

God must have saw to it that you're life was spared
Maybe he saw something in you they couldn't be shared
I wrote to you because I had to know
If you regretted it and or putting on a show

You asked to see what kind of poems I write
I find myself awake thinking again tonight

By Dogs4donna


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POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Man arrested in death of woman whose throat cut


A man charged early today in the savage slashing death of an elderly woman in her southwest Houston townhome apparently did not know his victim, detectives said.

Cedrick Bernard Carraway,20, of the 15200 block of Grayridge, was booked in the county jail on a charge of capital murder, records show. He is accused of stabbing to death Lois M. Hunter,69, while robbing her Sunday.

Hunter's throat was cut so severely that she was almost decapitated, said Harris County Sheriff's Lt. Danny Billingsley. She also was stabbed numerous times on her torso, Billingsley said.

Detectives are not sure how Carraway got inside Hunter's townhome in the 2900 block of Meadow Grass Lane, but suspect he might have gone in when the woman stepped out to get her newspaper Sunday.

There is no evidence to suggest Hunter was sexually assaulted, but the violence she suffered was vicious, detectives said.

'Just the brutality of it suggests a lot of anger for some reason, ' Billingsley said. 'There's no indication he knew her at all.'



This was my Aunts murder!
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