Living Proof

While incarcerated I
realized that it
didn't matter if I
ever actually prayed.

Just as I put my foot
in my mouth I began
to understand that
we couldn't have stayed.

When I tried to find
the right person
I found out that
they didn't exist.

Someone told me
that if I committed
suicide I probably
wouldn't be missed.

I was perplexed because
it wasn't all that
she said it would be
between the sheets.

With her I am constantly
oppressed to not have a
home while staying alive
in these streets.

It's still hard to
swallow that there's
no justice for
us righteous of men.

It's sad that I am
living proof that
evil is what
wins in the end.