“Prison ain’t for sensitive boys” a poem by Eric King

I still think about every fight
every scraping – making of knives
wondering what happened to those lives
they were sharpened for?
I still feel every spray
every breath it stole away
wondering what violence will come today
W/the squad at your door
I still hear every screaming voice
every life isolation destroyed
prison ain’t the place for a sensitive boy
I don’t want this no more

Eric King, November 30, 2022
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