Poem
By Deandre Currie-Lamar
They say you can’t pick your death date
that’s a lie
Picture being trapped in a 4×6 waiting to die
knowing your faith is sealed will force you to cry
white walls surround you with no privilege of seeing the sky
What is my life worth
if they can slay me like a hog
chain me like a dog
And bury me for my flaws
Correction officers watched amazed as if it’s a show
they say you can’t pick your death date
Because they never been on death row
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