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By Francisco D.

It really has been hard living in chains.
I called your name when I needed you the most.

Don’t ever say you felt my pain.
Cause in the beginning you left and went ghost. (*you left me, avoided me)

In this cell, my heart is getting colder.
Mama always said keep my head high.

Don’t worry about me that’s what I told her,
Ten toes down you know I ain’t going to lie. (*solid on ground; truthful)

Rest in peace my friend and brother,
Still remember the last thing you told me.

They know we had faith in each other, (*my friend was murdered, because of what we 
But six feet under was never meant to be. were involved in.)

Promises were meant to be broken,
But cherish loyalty like it’s a token.

 
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Student at Southwest Oklahoma Youth Academy Charter School

This writer is a student at Southwest Oklahoma Youth Academy Charter School, who participated in a collaboration with students in English classes at Oklahoma Christian University. This work was first published in “Unaware,” an anthology developed as part of the program.