Jailed Girl Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Few doors,
from my home then—
Before times,
Made me who i am now
They often keeps me—
Seeing my eyes in her own.


When all,
Was right with the world
She didn't know,
What she was doing—
I would never trust,
Who didn't like dogs too.


Her bare hand,
Were old witch's pinches
With her freedom—
To waved her demons too.
And it came straight to us—
That you were going to jail.


That we should no longer try
That your plot twisted all down
Your window over slipped its hinges
When your commanded your anger—
Slided a scissor into someone's chest
No hope was given by them that saw you.