because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

Posts tagged “detention

time

six paces.
the length
of the rope
left me to hang
the remains of my
humanity,
yellowed cinderblock walls
canvas for narration
of unhappy endings.
inset fluorescence
glared down; i
glowered up,
voiceless fists
on concrete bars
in subtly shouldered
rage.

they told me later
it was nothing, just…
justice, this:
a little
girl
in a little
cell
losing life
a little

at a time.

this poem also published @ Poets for Human Rights

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