Like My Cell
By Jamil Ruffin
I’m becoming like the –
Cellblock walls that entrap me
Hard exterior
Hollow inside
A lifeless existence
Void of happiness –
Or laughter.
I feel like a lifeless body
like the female slave being raped by her master
sunken in space
paralyzed in time
metal bars mirroring my soul
steel barriers on my mind.
I’m becoming like –
Solitary confinement
With no windows of light of illumination
Isolated from nature’s love
And too distant from consideration.
My personality has died
And became cement
Like the ceiling
I’m becoming like the
Cell block walls that entrap me in the winter
Cold – without feeling.
Unattached to the world beyond me
Suffering in silence
Without a voice.
Rey – like the painted door
Unable to shut out the negative noise.
Flushing down emotional toxins
Like the toilet in my cell.
But with the force of my cell’s toilet
I flushed down my sense of humor as well
Rendering me a blinking corpse
Spiritless body
An empty shell
Stuck – like the wielded bed to the floor
Inability to move beyond this hell.
What goes on inside me
Are like walls that cannot tell
While others are becoming like their fathers
I’m becoming like my cell.
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