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Coming to Terms with Incarceration
by LaRosaCubana
This is a poem I wrote about my brother Diego, he's in prison for a lot of
stuff, armed robbery, theft, violating drug probation but the big one they
caught him on was murder. When I was 12 he killed some girl that owed him
money. He's been in so long it feels like he's dead...
I saw the look of her eyes
the curve of her hips
the twist in her hair
the blood on her lips
I smelled the sangria
and your scent hung in the air
that's when I knew
you would never be there
The room darkly lit
your gun sat on the bed
I sensed the slow
creeping feeling of dread
You in the corner
sitting slumped on the floor
you swore to me
you'd do this no more
now you've paid the price
the thrill is all gone
they won at your game
your life is done
so now I sit here
wearing all black
thinking of what
my life now lacks
they lower your body
into the cold hard earth
you never knew
what your life was worth
And I refuse to cry
for I'm not to blame
because, after all
it was your shame
And I hope you're happy
down in that Hell
I loved you so much
more than you could ever tell
As the cold hard rains
fall down on me
I cry and forgive you
finally
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