Tammy Ashton

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Forgivness - Poem by Tammy Ashton

I have me myself and I

No family by my side

I have to hustle to survive


I'm not cryin

I'm just tryin

For you to see

The bed I lie in


On my head

Is branded felon

For some herb

That I was sellin

Moved some weight

From state to state

The feds

DO NOT like an empty plate


I did my time

For my crime


Never dropping dime


FBOP has cut me loose

But around my neck

Still hangs a noose


I admit

I broke the law



I take it all


There was no gun

Held to my head


And yes I know

I made this bed


I left prison

Did not look back

Changed my life

Got back on track


I can't work here

I cant live there

It's been 15 yrs

But they dont care


With no forgiveness

for my sin

How do I

begin again


For all of you

who also fell

and paid the price


I ring this bell


We made mistakes

We've paid our penance


Truth be known

We serve


Life sentence


Topic(s) of this poem: justice, prison

Form: Narrative

Comments about Forgivness by Tammy Ashton

  • Kumarmani Mahakul (12/7/2015 12:01:00 PM)

    Having hustle to survive is very amazing definitely. Wisely drafted and shared.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 7, 2015

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 8, 2015

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