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
