Here alone in a little cell,
I feel stuck and hurt.
I hear nothing but the wind blowing,
as I sit here balled up in a circle waiting to be free.
All I see is the silver bared gate,
I lay behind and the thick cement walls.
As the days go by I experience most of
the prisoners are here for protesting.
The last thing I remember is protesting,
and the white come shooting,
I get knock out, when I wake up
I’m on a floor behind bars. I
want to get out so bad , I want to stay alive.
I experienced being in jail can make you more stronger,
you get help from some people in there.
Your not always alone. all we want is Freedom