Doing Time Poem by Yewande Adedokun

On a ride with multitude in chains
Off the ride still in chains
The chains reminds me of the years ahead
Unchanging but rusting away with time
The sound it makes ever engraved in my memory
Even when I have done my time, I will not forget
Everyone in a dark room for a crime the world has judged
The world itself lives free
It says the only way to be free for us is to find a reason to do time
So we do time, come out of the dark room
And back into another dark room
I am in one for a child
She is in one for marriage
The man in the third room stares at the dark for money
But we are all in a dark room doing time
Only life is free