july twenty first two thousand and six

I spell these words out for a reason

not to dramatize the meanin'

but to show you what i'm feelin'

am i dreamin'

or does my life really have me reelin'?

Is my religion such a cause for concern?

or is it my race that makes you spurn?

why do you hate me?

weren't you supposedly built on unity?

I know i'm not an aboriginal,

but does that mean you should treat me like a criminal?

They took me away as i looked in my mom's crying eyes

not giving me an opportunity to say my goodbyes

They tell me my appeal has been refused

but my ego cannot be bruised.

As they take me away to my new place,

They cuff my hands putting me through more disgrace

But remember my face

Because this smile you'll never erase.

As I arrive in my cell,

I remind myself this isn't a place for me to dwell

I don't belong in this man made hell.

I know this game is just a business

For ICE I'm just another purchase

I go to my bunk as I realize the reality

And try to sleep before I lose my sanity

As the murky shadows start to clear

I realize I have nothing to fear

Rest assured that I won't stop

This is my way out

I'm not doing this for some widespread acclaim

Because in the end we're all the same.

Written by A079 005 390...  [These letters and numbers identify someone who has been caught up and crushed in what can be the cruel and unjust machine of American legalism, and though this machine has a way of grinding people down to nothing, it did not, and will never have the power to whittle down the heart and spirit of this man (A079 005 390) - one of my closest amigos]