Cell Sitters
None of them know a thing about themselves.
Other than what has been for them created.
Other than what has been to them fed, lied and gossiped.
I wonder how many of the more than two million incarcerated,
Believed they were raised...
To do well in school and to get good grades?
I wonder how many were cussed and ridiculed,
By ignorant guardians?
Who themselves thought they were blessed to be fools?
So many of them do.
These cell sitters,
Kept locked and confined...
To be rehabilitated!
And losing trust in a system caring less about their fates.
Mothers and fathers of children right now...
Who are being prepared,
For jail bait!
These cell sitters,
Kept locked and confined...
To be rehabilitated!
And losing trust in a system caring less about their fates.
Mothers and fathers of children right now...
Who are being prepared,
For jail bait!
By those blinded whiners sitting on their behinds,
Undisciplined and complaining...
About what's not being done for them.
And they do nothing at all but sit on stoops,
In fantasized stupors!
These cell sitters,
Kept locked and confined...
To be rehabilitated!
And losing trust in a system caring less about their fates.
Mothers and fathers of children right now...
Who are being prepared,
For jail bait!
None of them know a thing about themselves.
Other than what has been for them created.
Other than what has been to them fed, lied and gossiped.
I wonder how many of the more than two million incarcerated,
Believed they were raised...
To do well in school and to get good grades?
I wonder how many were cussed and ridiculed,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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