A hall where hands met
A place where lives change
A desk where eyes blind
Where I stood filled in panic
In mentally Challenged world
I Could see more mentals
Trying to fit in a make
Belief world
I Only recognized two
One a correct man
Matched with an innocent girl
Born to an old father
Who lives in prayer
Less the drama in their lives
Others just strangers
Whose names, words and sounds
I would never recognize
When i returned
I knew i came from correctional system...
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