Hey, Mr. Correction Officer Poem by Adrienne Clark Strachn

You look at me everyday
staring me down, like an animal
like i wanna be in here
stay here forever
I was a woman before i came in here

Hey, Mr. Correction Officer,
you talk to me like i have no feelings
giving me orders
like i don't deserve no respect
inside this cell, I am someone different
but on the outside,
I wore perfume and business suits
party dresses too,
held down a job
just like you
I am a woman with a soul and a heart too

Hey, Mr. Correction Officer
inside of this Orange jumpsuit
is a beautiful woman
you don't know why i'm in here, obviously,
but i sure can't dress up in here
stripped of my dignity,
we all the same in here
wearing this jumpsuit almost 24 hrs a day
counted all day long, yes i am here
where can i go,
can't go nowhere, because I committed a crime
Still I'm a woman with a soul, a heart

I hurt a man, that hurt me,
he used to love me, real good too,
everything about me he loved,
atleast i thought he did
lips, heart, thighs all belonged to him
used to give me sweet kisses too,
you kind of cute Mr. Correction Officer,
Are you a sweetheart just like him too?

Mr. Correction Officer,
Do your job
if i didn't commit a crime
I wouldn't be doing time
maybe our paths would have crossed
I only have 2 years,3hrs and a day
Don't treat me like trash,
my cell # don't define me
I am a woman too,
with a soul and a heart

Written by Adrienne Clark Strachn
'All woman have a soul even if she is locked up'