Marilyn Yvonne Ford
A Day In Prison - Poem by Marilyn Yvonne Ford
This morning we had cheese omelettes
But I was upset with one of the women
Sitting across the table from me
Because I learned she had killed
Her little baby boy. I couldn’t even
Stand to look at her. I didn’t finish
My breakfast. I just went outside
And sat alone.
After breakfast we went into the fields
And pulled more of the mustard greens.
As the day went on, one of the girls
Accidentally stepped on a baby rabbit.
It started to cry, and it was bleeding
From the nose and mouth. I felt so bad.
All I wanted to do was help it live,
And stop hurting—when one of the girls
Just stomped on its head, and killed it!
I nearly went crazy over this.
I screamed at the officer and cried and ran off.
They said it was the kind thing to do
Because it wouldn’t live anyway.
But I can’t stand to just take a life
Without giving it every chance to live.
The officer was very nice to me.
A car stopped and a man called
My name. At first I was afraid to go—
But then I realized who it was.
It was the men who busted
My massage parlors, and had arrested
Me with an indictment from the Grand Jury.
They asked how I was and told me, laughingly,
Not to open any more massage parlors.
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