April 26, 2011
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Riding in the car
With cuffs cutting off the circulation
I once had
Driving for hours it seemed
Being scolded
Until finally approaching
The home for juveniles
They brought me in
Searched me
Took my finger prints
And my picture
Tossed me in a cell
I laid there with another girl
Behind a glass wall
Being watched like an animal
Constant cell mates
Being switched out
One by one
Only to remind me that
I have to stay the night
When the sun rose
I got to leave
The gray walls and cement beds
And go to the place where I
Fought and ran away from.

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