Untitled Poem from the Inside


Tiny - Posted on 17 February 2015

Author: 
Michael Glynn/ Poverty and Prison Industrial Complex Skolar

February 17, 2015

Wishing to be treated as a friend,
Merely fallen from the grace of accepted ways
Denied this at every turn, by
The Religion of Condemnation,
The cult of punishers,
With all fingers pointing outward.
Exceptions to every rule they made.
My very humanity subject to approval,
Revokable by whim of the rawest acolyte.
My every historic transgression of policy
My "criminality," addiction or affiliation,
The unassailable justification for
Anything they say.
Imagining that power over Human Beings
Makes me dizzy and sick.
Maybe that's why they treat us like we're not.
So they don't have to face their own sickness?

Thank you for this insightful piece

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