I have spent my life trying to die slow, but live fast. I never took the

Time to smell the roses of my memories past. I strived for a piece of.

The American Dream, but my peace didn’t last.

Justice system without one fatality. Trapped, forever slowly losing my

Mortality, and constantly stripped of all morality, so I push the concert,

Floor just to kept off the brutality.

I am guilty of being naive, blinded by slick talking lawyers and the

Tricks up their sleeves, saying you’ll be home in 6 months if you just take

The Plea, but I had no idea they would lose the key.

It’s a game I can’t win, so I accept defeat, no family to go back to except.

The people on the street. Now my heart is as hard as the calais on my

Feet, and  a smile that never shows from the loss of my teeth. So prison

has become my vacation retreat. Not much has changed, but the young faces

I meet, who will die in search of this American Dream.

By Dean Edward BA6910
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