Handcuffed, fondled and forced into the back seat, round one of thirteen in a fight that I passively partake. You must be joking, Arresting me for this? Being in a public park after dark, what is the park not open to me? The scanner butts in with tales of horror, demestic abuse, rape, and shots being fired downtown; as we're halled off to jail, and booked. So this is the land of the free. I guess the only real freedom we have is in our thoughts. I know this to be true because if the jailers could of read my mind that night I would of never gotten out.
Photoed, finger printed, surveyed, searched, stripped of my possesions and given an ID bracelet. Fed an apple and donut for breakfast and an apple and sandwich for lunch. Transfered from one box to another. Everything is white. You have to piss and drink from the metal frame in front of everyone else in your newly cramped home. A dozen new roomates with only one thing in common; you've all just been fucked by the system. Uncertantly waiting. All you can do now is wait. How long? a little longer. Do you know when we will be getting out of here? Sometime soon. How long have you been here? Hours. What was suppose to be two to five hours has now double in time. And I thnk that I might start to be going a little crazy. When the fuck am I going to get out of here? So I slept to pass the time. In a freezing room with little clothes and a pair of orange sandles keeping by head form the dark concrete. Every few hours there is a flair of hope as you anticipately listen for your name to be called. But again your let down. All my firends have left and all I want is to join them. Never knowing when. For all I know I could be in here for the rest of my life. And it's fucked up to think that some people are. I'm so reasured in my beliefs, this is torture. A half a day ago, everything was so different. What doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. Time no longer matters. Forget about anything that you had planned to do today. Who gave these idiots the power to control and manipulate my life as they pleSAMUEL StTu@doDdT
Outside!!!,; finally at last. I could see again. The sky, the grass, the streets, the giant buildings heading into ephinity. The world now felt like it's possibilities were endless. And all I could hear over the blazing sound of traffic was the song "I got the whole world in my hands"; so as the screaming sun beat down upon me I removed my shirt, run wild threw the city and took back my life. Truely seizing the day.
