Mrs.Barbara Dawson, Your Going To Jail - Poem by James McLain
Blountstown, Florida, Calhoun County.
A County very high on the list in poverty.
Barbara Dawson went to the local
complaining of enternal pain.
After a precursorary examination
she was asked by a white nurse
Unable to articulate
the specific nature of her illness,
again she was asked to leave.
Whereupon again she refused it was
then law enforcement was called.
Taken out she collapsed,
And repeatedly the white officer said,
you are going to jail.
You can make it easy or hard.
Wherein she was later taken back inside
and shortly thereafter she died.
A large blood clot was found in her lung.
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