Where is it written,

That silence is permission,

That the invisible

Must stay hidden,

We suffer cruel,

And criminal conditions,

Denied And

Rubber Stamped petitions,

Must I die to

Earn your attention,

Were lost & found

But still missing,

A sisterhood of victims

And wounded peers,

Can’t breath

Imprisoned by fear,

Soaked

In my sisters tears,

Her pleas

Fall on deaf ears,

She punished twice

For being here,

“Their”

Position is clear,

We are Statistics

More & more eah year, 

See they

Still don’t hear

Lies about the truth

Hope is a chore,

Abused

Behind prison doors

We cry out

Together “Please no more”

Spirits battered

Bodies sore,

Just a tear drop

On a cell floor,

The apple of my eye

Bruised to the core.

Shrink deeper

Within myself,

I waited

And waited for help,

Sorrows

We couldn’t communicate,

When hel Comes too late,

We suicide

As a means of escape.

From depression,

Isolation & rape,

We withdraw to cope

A 6002

Always from hope,

I was one-who said

“No, nor me nope,”

Alone & Defenseless

Went the way of the rope.

By Douglas L Dawkins BB8894

North Kern State prison