Judge Thier No Sign Of Empathy Poem by Curtis Mosby

In my own defense I leave the jury my testimony.
Color boy they say in a white man world.
Homeless man on trial.
I never thought life would get any harder than it is
for me.
If you said there would be pain I would have to believe.
Because it live with me inside and out.
I haven't had a bath in years so should I thank this
jail house.
The beatings are regular, all of this because I was defending
a little girl from being rape by a cop.
She turn on me and that when my heart dropped.
Guilty, Guilty, Guilty, I would say walk in my shoes.
But I have none for my feet are bruised.
Some say I have nothing to lose.
But there something to gain from all this hurt and pain.
My dignity and self image then also my pride.
I stare at everyone in the room hoping they
want forget me.
An innocent man thrown to the wolves.
Judge there no sign of empathy.