A Story of a woman serving
TIME
Behind Bars....
I'm so not looking forward to the simultaneous sounds of clicking locks, rattling keys, walkie-talkies, and Co's. I'm definitely not looking forward to the thrown together meals and watered down hopes. Not looking forward to the unethical acts and immoral behavior of the officers on duty. Just not looking forward to it.
I stand with two legs and two feet that are planted but beaten down from irregular circulation. I look in the mirror and see a woman who's spirit is broken. Me, a soul that has felt alone for over a decade. I see scars and the bars behind me. I feel disappointed and not like a woman. My tresses have fallen out from lack of proper rest and nurturing. My skin has dried for it lacks the earths' natural resources. My clothes are too big and I need my very own undergarments. So what if they are "new". Can someone please provide me with a reminder that I am still a human being while I not enjoy my time here. How do they laugh and joke amongst one another when this situation is far from a joke. I guess laughter makes the time pass.
Sexually harassed by a woman! I never thought I'd ever have to face such embarrassment.
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