An outstretched hand holds a small globe of the world
Photo by Anne Nygård on Unsplash

In my world my loved ones are on a “disappeared” list
And hearts turn hard like brass-knuckled fists

In my world tears are shed hidden in silence
And a man is measured by a record of violence

In my world a prohibition is placed on acts of love
On telling a woman she’s beautiful
Most times even on a hug

In my world if a man forgets to never lose hope
He’s often found dead hanging from a rope

In my world the only oceans or rivers I see
Are the ones I read about or see on TV

In my world beautiful nature that can nurture & heal
Has all been replaced with a clear view to kill

In my world time is a double-edged blade
We pray for it to pass
As it slowly slips away

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Ezra Williams

Ezra Williams is a writer incarcerated in California.