When I look out of my cell, I see other inmates standing in the door looking out their window. We look like animals in the pound waiting for someone to take us home. When we hear keys we stand at the door. “Come get me, come get me” is the way the faces look in the door. Man, when trays come, again we at the door. Now think about a dog, his nose in the air trying to smell hope. Then he wag his tail side to side. Is that what a man is in jail? Just another animal in the system? Well, I’m still a human and always will be. My day is coming soon, I’m going home a man like I came in. Don’t look down on or judge me.
P.S. Something for us all to hold our head up cause we not what they call us or see us as.