Transgender Prison Survivor
By Nichole Kellie Kamara
What am I feeling, is this where I reside ?
Emptiness, loneliness, draining me from inside.
I try to maintain smiles, but often find frowns,
Making it seem alright while putting on a show for these clowns .
I fight the struggle, day by day, head by head.
Expecting to obtain peace, but find misery instead.
But thats fine because i'm fighting for a cause.
While learning from oppressors, who help reveal my flaws.
Oh prison, oh prison, many minds and lives you've maimed
One by one, few by few, even bodies that lay unclaimed.
I'm scared, I'm confused, battered, beaten and lost.
But I find myself I will, no matter what the cost.
I will not quit, while confined within your walls.
Faithfully on bended knees, praying my merciful God will claim me.
So out of your clutch I will rise.
So consider yourself beat from emotional abyss I now ascend.
The pains and wounds youve inflicted have now begun to mend.
Others will follow me, so I have work to do.
Others will follow me, so I have some work in store.
You have won many battles, but I shall win the war.
|Mail for Nicohole Kellie Kamara must be addressed to:|
Mark Kelly 633330
Washington Corrections Center
P.O. Box 900
Shelton, WA 98584