When They Closed the Gate

I was there when they closed the gate
Should’ve played hooky or been late
Now they feed us daily from crates
I was there when they closed the gate

This confinement sucks shit
Into their faces I will spit
If the whispered revolution’s ever lit
Because this confinement sucks shit

 I remember the smell of flowers
Now we breathe the stench for hours
Our block has Thursday showers
But I remember the sweet smell of flowers

 I was there when they closed the gate
And I was raised to love, not hate
I’m trying my best with my awful fate
Because I was there when they closed their fucking gate

                                                             O.G. Hawkins

4 comments

  1. Joanna Gilman Hyde Blair

    To O. G. — for some reason I had a personal reaction to this poem of your’s — while I think all your poetry is strong, this one cuts a cord with me (maybe because I too have known literal confinement?)

  2. Sasha Hawks

    The most secure prison is the one without bars because no-one fights to be free. We are collectively noticing them now, and that’s a significant first step.

    If you give up liberty for security you will have neither… Benjamin Franklin

    I agree with Jackie as well, lets make this a revolution of kindness.

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