After The First Year In Prison Poem by James McLain

After the first year,
I was ashamed to be white.
In the world, white people
are capable of all kinds of great things,
and all kinds of bad things.
But inside we're just universally cunts.
Aryan Brotherhood weren't a big presence in my block,
but they were bad enough to make you kind of wish your mother had been raped by a nigger.
And that's before you meet your boss's.
Correctional Services officers come in all flavours,
but white screws were the worst.
Black screws,
you could tell were just poor niggers trying to get by in a shitty job.
Only white guys ever seemed to enjoy their shit.
Rape, dispite the rumours, is not a big deal inside.
It doesn't happen that often.
But everytime it happened on my block it was a white guy.
And every time anyone got murdered, it was a white guy.
There were 33 murders while I was inside,
twelve of them on my block alone.
All because white cunts couldn't keep their dicks in their pants,
or else 'cut someone's eyes'
which was slang for stealing someone's shit.
Being black in prison would have been awesome.