Friday, March 5, 2010

i heard the pardon pronounced.

biting my nails
on the way to jail
thinkin about guilt & shame
the jailors celebrate my punishment
the judge comes in and said, “this isn’t what I meant,
Not for this girl here.”
the men in the cells
stopped ringing their bells
and gave me back my dreams

The Judge is now standing next to me
Handing over a pretty gold key
and says, “girl, you’re free.”
I say “judge,
“thank you so much.
this jail is stinky & these jailors are mean,
and i’m so happy I get to lie on a bed that’s clean.”
Tonight I get to lie on a bed that’s clean.