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During my visit to the park, I stood and stared at the waterfall
I didn’t hear the sirens call
I didn’t see the red and blue lights flashing
I was staring at the waterfall watching the duck feathers splash
I didn’t hear the policeman say freeze
I didn’t feel the policeman’s gun pointed at my temple
Or his baton crack my knees
I didn’t see the other officer roll up his sleeves
I didn’t hear him say I’ll make you beg please
I was just staring at the waterfall dreaming of better days
I didn’t feel that tension in my neck from behind tazed
I was staring at the waterfall stuck in a maze
I don’t even remember how I ended up inside a cage
with an orange jumper
It’s hot as hell
and I hope that I don’t have to stay for the whole summer
I hope that this waterfall can show the world how much I suffer….

 
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Hakim Trent

Hakim Trent is a writer incarcerated at St. Brides Correctional Center in Virginia. He has been incarcerated for close to two decades.