Words From Inside The Box

These poems were published in realconditons -- writings from Cook County Jail, Women's Division 4, & the Cook County Juvenile Temporary Detention Center in July 2001, Volume 2/ Number 3

I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START

I don't know where to start.
My lifeís just a mess.
I have court again.
DOC is what I stress.

Iíve wasted two years of my life
Behind the locked door
But I couldnít help it
Freedom, I wanted more.

I miss the little things,
Like puffing on a square,
And when I think back
Life just doesnít seem fair.

When I find out
Just where to start
Iím going to try hard
And put in all my heart!

L.B.
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ORCHID

Fragrant beauty,
The elegant scent and beauty
Of the orchid are all captured in this

Simple poem.

The image is,
Of course,
chose as an analogy
To a description of a beautiful woman.

T.
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TONIGHT IS NOT THE NIGHT

Crazy
Suicidal
Nuthouse
Thatís my life.
But tonight
I face my life as I sew it back together.

Sometime I think about the ocean,
About how
I will kill myself.
But tonight,
Tonight
Is not
The night.

E.S.
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LOVE IS PASSION

Kissing is a shame boys get it easy,
While girls take the blame you say no.
He says why you say you are a lie
He says thatís a lie he talked you into something
You do not want to do next thing you do not want to
You know he fucking you one month of love nine
Months of pain two days of labor then lie 20 come big 20 is a bastard,
you are an hoe little 20 wouldnít be here if the rubber hadnít tore.

Anonymous
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POEM

Running away from home,
Looking for a little love
Now Iím in the Audi home calling on god in
The heavens above. In my room feels like Iím slowly dying;
Wondering if god could hear my crying.
In a place with gang bangers, thug, people
Who sold gangs-thatís not a life to live because I got
A lot to give.

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