.<\/p>\n
don’t remember the details how i arrived
\nor how long ago, only that i seemed to be the only one
\nbelieving i would get out if i found someone in authority
\nwho would help me make a phone call to a friend or relative
\nthat would pick me up
\nso many people moving about
\nall afraid or unwilling to talk to me
\nthe only bathroom i found was a short spiral
\nto a small hole in the floor, no door, i squatted
\nhearing someone coming, the inner wall was close enough
\ni reached out my arm, waved my hand, said “taken”
\nit was a young man, i expected rape, and said,
\n“would you rape a grandmother?
\nsomeone might rape your grandmother”
\nnow we were standing at the entrance
\nhis friend came along and said “com’on, man”
\ni continued my search, still believing…
\nwhat i found was a huge\/high fenced-in enclosure
\nadjacent to a hospital, i remembered
\nthat was where my hell started<\/p>\n
one with compassion in a tan jump suit
\ntold me to follow him and i did
\nbelieving he was a kind of trustee
\nwe arrived at a partly boarded area with a horizontal crack
\nlarge enough to crawl threw which i did
\nwith a sense of urgency
\nthis area was less crowded
\nhe led me to his car, i got in the back seat
\nbelieving he was going to drive me somewhere
\nwhere i could get help, but he got out of the car
\nand walked away, i walked toward a small group
\none man was smoking a filtered cigarette
\nhave no idea how long since i’d had one
\nasked if he had a spare, no answer
\nasked another one if he had any cigarettes
\nhe handed me an open carton, i asked
\nif he had a light as i reached into the box
\nwhat i found was a couple of dried bread sticks
\nand a handful of rice and instantly realized
\nthe only difference of here from there
\nhere was some food, i wasn’t that hungry
\nyet
\nyet moving around more i discovered
\nwe are still behind the huge\/high fence<\/p>\n
don’t remember how i got home
\nsitting on my bed
\na cool summer breeze coming in my window
\nsomewhere around midnight
\nbut do remember my first thought…
\nthis is what my world is coming to
\nsoothing my cheeks and soothing my hair
\ninto knowing the need to change
\nto a simpler life
\nfor a beginning
\nand the need to write my story<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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