Person- by George W from HMP Whitemoor
Locked up in my box again
Like an object
Put away
F*cking reject
Discarded
Trash in a bin
Total depravity
Instrumental of sin
Rattling like a pill
In a box
With an ID card
And dirty socks
I am a person
(With a twist)
I am a f*cking person
I exist
I am my scars
I am the prayer for pain
Like an object
Put away
F*cking reject
Discarded
Trash in a bin
Total depravity
Instrumental of sin
Rattling like a pill
In a box
With an ID card
And dirty socks
I am a person
(With a twist)
I am a f*cking person
I exist
I am my scars
I am the prayer for pain
Just f*cking look at me when
You lock the box again
I may be a rancid piece of sh*t
Unwanted on your shoe
But I am me
As much as you are you
Attention seeker
Piece of work
Keep me down where I belong
In the f*cking dirt
Freedom is not a must
Nothing is
My life is not important
But it is
Look at me and see
A terrorist, misanthropist
A lonely child
A sulking fantasist.
You lock the box again
I may be a rancid piece of sh*t
Unwanted on your shoe
But I am me
As much as you are you
Attention seeker
Piece of work
Keep me down where I belong
In the f*cking dirt
Freedom is not a must
Nothing is
My life is not important
But it is
Look at me and see
A terrorist, misanthropist
A lonely child
A sulking fantasist.
Reprinted courtesy of Inside Time, the foremost national newspaper for prisoners and detainees https://insidetime.org/category/poetry/
