WE
it was cold therenot so dark, like the stories they told me
but it was cold.
we wore all blue
pants and tee's
we wore all blue, except maybe
our numbered underwear, sports bras, and socks
we stuck to ther red lines by our doors
we waited for them to call for us.
we showered in fours
we ate in silence
we slept in twos
it was hell.
a cold hell.
we walked with hands behind our backs
we were not to touch anyone
we looked through plastic windows
seeking a bird, a cloud, the sun
seeking something real, something free
we found nothing.
we talked to out loved ones on the phones
we wanted to cry, we did cry
we were afraid.
we were afraid of our Dates
we feared what they would bring
we cried when we came back
back to that cold hell
back with news that there was not going to be a home
not for a long time.
we were never alone, possibly lonely
we would run, and we would keep running
until they caught us, they did, they always did
we were broken, we were forgotten
no one would visit us, we never asked.
we fought, we hoped, we loved
but we never prayed.
praying was a waste.
could God even hear us
behind the metal automated doors
under the lens of a camera
through the watchful eyes of our keepers?
Could God even see us?
could anyone see us at all?
if they did, did they care?
we knew that they didnt.
why should they?
not only where we societys reject
we were forgotten
our families merely whispered about us
only in the dark. only when no one eles could hear
we wrote letters, that would recieve no response
we were our punishers and the punished
who we were then changed who we are now
where we are now
what we are now
a shadow of out former selves
we are the people
but the people are not us
we were, we are, and we will always be
the juvinile.
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