Brenda Hyter Smith
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The damp cool air made me shiver to my bones, as I stood in the middle of a jail cell that was now my new home, my eyes full of tears I felt scared and alone.
Scanning the cell to find a place to lay my head,
my eyes focused on a cot in the corner
that was now my bed.
Weary and tired I didn't want to think, I closed my eyes tight wishing for a little sleep while trying to ease my tormented mind quietly waiting for the sun to rise.
The time was drawing near for prison guards in full riot gear to come lead me to stand before twelve of my peers and listen to their ...