April 29, 2009
I am a Black-latina trapped in my mind.With a pencil & paper writing rhyme after rhyme.Stuck behind the bars in this dark & dreary place.But this didn't come to be because of a robery or
some odd conspiracy. But my felany was never speaking up & now look were I am.I am stuck here with ideas good enough to be a doctor, lawyer or even president some day. But no I decided to hush myself with my lips stuck in silence.And now im stuck here with no one to befriend.So all you boys & girls please never loose your voice because that will be the day your all articulations end.

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