Prison Poem

What a lovely day to go to jail

Imagine how beautiful the sun would look as its rays would shine through the cell window

And as you get taller you notice all the dents on the metal bars that you had to look upwards to see when you were littler

And you remember trying to dig a hole in the floor with the plastic spoon you ate your soup with

And how your old cell mates

Called you only by your last name

You recall how ridiculous you looked

When you first tried on that giant orange suit

That even your mother began to laugh through her tears

“My little blonde sweetheart” she called you, while your older brother called you “Juvi boy”

He’d always been ashamed.

It’s a beautiful day to be in jail

But a better day to be out

~Magghie Warner