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It shouldn’t be possible for a razor wire fence to look beautiful

But from the outside beneath the moonlit sky

and the falling snow it almost glows like tinsel

and I imagine a pair of hands decorating

a tree the last Christmas they were free.

On the inside the guards look me over like a poorly delivered joke

I’m walked into a room where there are

ninety-eight men — two of them are white.

There is a microphone standing like hope.

I get nervous for poetry readings in hippy filled coffee shops.

This is not a low security prison.

My butterflies have become suicide bombers

crashing to the walls of my gut.

Yes, I am searching your eyes for Jeffery Dahmer

Searching your face for blood red crime

It’s what white people do.

We look for weapons of mass destruction

in the Garden of Eden

Or we cuff you to the trunk of the same

trees your ancestors were hung from.

The land of the free has replaced

its plantations with penitentiaries

And I am trying to comprehend

how Abu Ghraib ever made the news

When there’s a slave ship in every

ghetto from Manhatten to LA

And you can hear the chain links of

shackles on any playground

Where the chain links of swing sets

are being budget cut down

with little children still swinging

through the air feet aiming towards the clouds.

He wants to be a doctor, an artist, a teacher

I can’t imagine how it feels to be his mother

In a nation that will hover above his head

Like a sniper till it kills off every single dream

In a nation that prides itself on the room

its made at the front of the bus

While filling prison bound buses every hour in every city

In a nation that thrives on prison labor

like Alabama thrived on cotton.

Yeah, Victoria’s Secret is a hundred percent cotton.

So is IBM, Motorola, Chevron, Revlon, TWA, Eddie Bauer,

Boeing, Microsoft, K-Mart, JC Penney’s, and McDonald’s.

Six Billion Served are served by the myth that our flag

Is no longer sown from a white sheet.

That Wall Street doesn’t drag bodies down its center

The same way Good Ole Boys in Jasper, Texas tied James Byrd Jr.

To the back of a truck.

Our system is served by truth being locked up in a Senator’s safe.

That truth being crime and poverty are

crucial to the survival of any capitalist state,

And our economy thrives everytime a chain link

on a school ground swing set breaks,

Sends a child hurling towards the street

feet once aiming towards the clouds

now bound and shackled, sentenced to the opposite of life.

There are nine million people incarcerated in the entire world,

two million of those people are incarcerated in the United States

America, is your rib cage a prison cell your heart cannot escape?

Is razor wire on Christmas morning the anthem you want to sing to your future?

Of the ninety-eight men in this room,

there isn’t one who is claiming to be an angel.

But we all have shoulder blades that would

sharpen like switchblades if our wings were ripped off,

if our lives were being ripped off.

The sky knows justice and genocide

are not words you can use in the same sentence.

Children are born with their chests full of birds.

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