twenty for a rape. You must have more to it.”
I immediately realized the inmates’ common sense and knew they had experience with all kinds of inmates who were at various stages of serving their sentences, so they wouldn’t believe my words. And so quickly I told them about attempting murder with rape. Since then, they never bothered me asking my time.
However, I circumstantially had to lie to them. It made me think again of why the dishonorable, gay temporary judge Page sentenced me twenty years for rape charges. I believed the reason why he gave such maximum was to satisfy his gay perversity.
It was clearly personal punishment against me by Page but there was no way I could protest as long as I was inside prison walls. It made me feel angry whenever an inmate asked about my sentence, but I knew Page was not a normal person so I had to hold my temper and I then tried to forget Page until the appeal would be over.
On my first week at the CIC, I was nervous that I could not rest completely, because I would not know what would happen to me while living with young commercial livestock. I surely felt I was an exception among the viable monsters, primarily because I did not belong to either of the color categories: black or white, but other. I tried to keep cool and digest the atmosphere of the prison, but it disturbed me a lot thinking of the professional prisoners of America.
I could not believe how my life happened to be transformed into being that of a convict. I lay down and fell in deep thought to recall how I happened to be incarcerated.
A sudden onset of fear struck my heart. My immortal soul seemed to be disappearing into the darkness of injustice. I held my chest in two arms and lost my mind for a while. I wanted to know the justice of America.
Insidiously the last day of the trial came back to my mind, slowly and steadily, and then I tried to figure out how the verdict had been reached without evidence. I could not hold my emotions, so that I wrote a poem about how I felt about the verdict.
Verdict
Suddenly the “guilty” hit my soul from nowhere,
Verily, verily, thinking of how I was convicted.
The solid portrait of the justice fell in the shadow;
Hearsays assailed the integrity of the court.
Reaching out and touching the emptiness,
Who knew the evil justice proclaimed?
Appealing my grotesque masked into the cell darkened.
It’s end of the life in this wicked society,
“Guilty,” so please forgive me.
November 14
Idle Dorm and State’s Pay
C-Dorm, where I was in, was the idle dorm so that most of the inmates were often wandering inside the dorm except when a few went to school and had jobs. Each “idle” got paid $15 per month, because the DOC did not want their merchandise to die and dry out.
It was good to know inmates could possibly get some money while obtaining their education. Although the DOC paid them to go to school, most of them were not interested in education, but they were eager to learn criminal skills and techniques instead. Surprisingly, inmates did not take advantage of the DOC educational programs.
I was confused as to why these inmates did not take advantage of given opportunities with the DOC providing credits. It seemed to me that most of them were born to commit crime.
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