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...Take your clothes off; medical history has to be done! Blood drawn,pap smear.
Squat, cough, raise your nipples, spread you ass cheeks, wave your fingers through your hair,open your mouth and lift your tongue.
Do you know where you are...DOC ?
Blue suits worn a thousand times before and after you by any one it would fit or NOT.
Thick sliced bologna so thick that it can't be flushed down the toilet, two slices of wet or dry bread maybe with mustard or with out, if your lucky a juice and or a piece of fruit, a bag of chips, huh, if no one has stolen it first.
The sound of your cell-e regurgitating up their insides of the blows inside or NOT, constant flushing that rings through out the entire jail from one end to the other.
Whispers heard in the dark at night once each door is locked through the vents; who are you whats your name?, you sound good, sing somebody(as some one sings in the back ground), that b***h!, hook me up, I got you boo go on through the night and until those who are'nt crying for their first time on the inside or dope sick fall finally off to sleep.
Do you know where you are...DOC ?
Standing at the locked door agitated waiting for the sound of the clicking and the popping of the doors set off round and round...to laugh, watch tv,talk about God and read your bible, or your case,argue,eat, sneak hugs and kisses and maybe more depending on who you are. Until the re-sounding sounds of the clicking and the popping of the doors note; Take it in for shift change and head count, until lunch or dinner time.
Do you know where you are...DOC ?
Oppostion dressed up and down in darker blues and spit shinned shoes, the jingling of keys and heavy hefty voices filled with all of that authority. Be-hated, be-friended or favored or NOT, mm, the turn key.
For those cast aside from their families to work below minimum wages for a piece of independence and a slice of freedom in it's own way of outside of the cell privileges.
Cliques; pretty, money, ugly, power: translated as juice, poor, commissary whore, begged borrowed friends stole, hustled, permed, curled and even dyed hair, crop cuts. Ironed presed mattress suits worn in pride or NOT.
Until that day comes thats longed for by some or NOT; Pack It UP! Hey DOC you 26th street bus waiting, phone call making, cold pepsi drinking, fried chicken eating,filtered cigarette smoking, civilian clothes wearing take it in when you get ready to self, trying to have some body to pick you up, Girl, Boy so- where are you now? Free or NOT----------------
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LMJ
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