Imprisoned
I was imprisoned.
You put me there for my own saftey judge.
I hated you.
I'd suffered a grate deal of pain.
All I wanted was a way out.
Just to be free from it all.
But you punished me
You sent me to prison.
Becuase I did all I knew how to do.
Why imprison me for 8 weeks?
What about the people who hurt me?
What about them?
Why did they walk free?
When I am still not free.
I carry the shit with me.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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