by Sherie Jarvis
Thanks for the strength and the courage you have shown.
People blow in the wind forgetting that with help change is growing.
People like me broken but still manage to keep the love flowing…
It was once #metoo, I am #transgender and #black lives matter even in this prison
where the way I look keeps bad chatter.
I’ve fallen but if they’ll remove their foot off my neck I can get up and breathe.
Scattered scars, bruised heart, memories that don’t leave.
Childhood in a wild hood just now learning to read.
Understand my struggle before calling me a bad seed.
HEY THERE no one was there why didn’t they take the time to love me.
God is near, but why didn’t they physically hug me.
When the masks come off and the smoke has cleared,
when all lives matter and no one is weird just maybe I’ll make it home to say
Special thanks to the The Fire Inside for sharing this poem and poet, published in The Fire Inside, Issue Number 61, Summer 2020
The Fire Inside is a Newsletter of the California Coalition for Women Prisoners
4400 Market St., Oakland, Ca. 94608