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I look up at the stars
sky lights fill empty jars
fire blazes from crashing cars
rich people inhabit mars.

I look up at the stars
from behind prison bars
with death sentence charged
buried alive no longer at large.

I look up to the stars
trying to see how far
I can envision god
where angels applaud.

I look up to see stars
from getting hit hard
head spins, circling scars
for breaking man made laws.

I look down at the stars
on hollywood boulevard
night lights appear charred
until I rest from my jog.

 
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Christopher Henriquez

Christopher Henriquez is a writer incarcerated on Death Row at San Quentin, California.