Steve Harmon, age 16: Prisoner

By: Paige Breyfogle

They say they help,
They ain’t no good.
Ask for food,
Barely get kelp.
I wish I could just be
F r e e

They don’t believe me
When I say, “I ain’t guilty!”
They think I am filthy.
I wish I could just be
F r e e

Their eyes so cold,
Pain that cannot hold,
They wish they could whap!
Can’t wait to see me snap.
I wish I could just be
F r e e