Poem Why I am Mad Author unknown

I was born to the system I admit I broke the rules I did the opposite of what the law said I could do. They gave me a plea.I didn"t bring the guns & drugs to the neighborhood.
but you say they got it from me.Now I am in the building switching from cell to cell.
With wired gates/can"t stay up late visits only on weekends,I can"t wait locks they switch from a switch room 1/2 meal on my plate. four walls and a toilet by my head,by the sink,bythe bed.
its like I am looking in a mirror or a photo of me.Why I am trapped with everyone who looks like I do.They say we all look a Like,are supposed too? yes I miss my moms,my pops,everyone who was around me,especially my heart.besides my counsellor and a cellmate,she been here from the start.High phone bills we put on family and friends. some bids never end.
I get to thinking bad,but my composer I must keep.Oh what I would do to see the day that I leave.I got to make it back to them streets.
Until all are free_______________We are all imprisoned
UNKnown POET.

until next time / High Roller signing off Sunday 4/8/12 11:06 pm