Number 3528967

Confined to the smallest space

Only theses 4 walls I see everyday

And a small window they peak into every now and then

They see all of us just the same

I was a battered woman who snapped one day

And I ultimately took my husband life away

But the lady next to me decided she didn’t want to be a mother any more

But all they recognized us is as numbers

All of us have the same mentality

A menace to society

An endangerment to our environment

Never analyzing the situation differently

I’m just number 3528967

All because I was stuck with a lawyer who was working with the DA

A public defender who couldn’t even remember my name

And a jury who didn’t give a damn if I dropped dead that exact day

I was handcuffed the last time I seen my kids face

I couldn’t hug ‘em, couldn’t kiss ‘em

The last thing I told them was I love ‘em

Now I’m lose in the system

Just number 3528967

Doing life in the penitentiary

I no longer have an identity

No name and everybody share the same face

Being told when to eat, when to sleep

I’m no longer a writer, but a murderer

I’m no longer Paris, but number 3528967

By: Paris Shampagne