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 Riches
Author: halyc0-n  PM
I wrote this after analyzing a black & white photo of an extremely neat and clean jail cell in a juvenile facility. I could not even tell it was a cell until I read the photo's description. It looked like a bedroom. It was very sobering to see. The thoughts of gang life were just, in a way, humbling. This poem is also a cut-up from another related article. Reviews are welcome.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry/Crime - Words: 73 - Published: 09-26-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3061261
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Riches
It offers a window through
Which we may view.
A bed neatly made,
Smelling of clean linen.
Pretty sandals placed at its edge.
Spotless white walls and
Ankle bracelets.
Being here is
A status symbol,
A badge of honor.
This subculture of an
Alienated humanity is
Palpably present.
Special juvenile placements,
And court appearances.
The backdrop of poverty
Is in this legitimate room.
The taken-for-granted
Reality of
Jail and prison.
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