Poem by Tony Medina

First Impressions

Standing on the catwalk handcuffed
I'm prodded like a dangerous wild beast.
Behind me the devil cloaked in GRAY
stands with a nightstick in his hand!
Ready to crush my skull with a single blow,
he pushes me into my destiny into a cage!

The cell door is slammed shut and the cuffs removed
as I'm left to face the dark empty loneliness begins to fall.
Hoping to reliever the pain I reach and turn on the light.
As I stare into the light I can feel the movement as the concrete walls close in on me.

Reality has set in as I turn in this man made tomb to face
the outside world beyond the bars of this cage
and the walls of this cell, lies the life I was forced to leave.
Society sees me as nothing but a number, a reflection of everything they deem wrong.

It is September 13th, 1996 and I'm now last to the world
as I spend my first night on
"DEATH ROW".

By Tony Medina

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