Poetry Contest

JUSTICE SERVED?                                                  BY: Lynne

Making sense of it now would never happen
I now know that I had stepped into the lions den.

Women with stories and pain and sorrow,
Most growing up wondering if they will eat tomorrow.

I entered this place unsure and with child
Knowing this process will be anything but mild.

I had heard the phrase ’going thru the motions’
Clearly it felt much like waves in the ocean.

My charge is conspiracy, a charge they don’t have to prove,
The only comfort I get is when I feel the baby move.

The sentence was harsh and I am so confused,
Twelve years for that, the prosecutor wasn’t even amused.

The girl next to me murdered her child,
But, she’s only here for a very short while?

Justice served?  I think not!
But, that’s what the Judge says I’ve got!

My sentence was cut, it’s five years now,
My son has grown, but, I wasn’t there to see how.

Instead I was here, but not in vain,
I studied hard so not to go insane!

I earned two degrees and finally got out of that place.
I made it through the nightmare, but only by grace.

The statistics  and society say a felon will never be much!
What most don’t realize though, is that education is my crutch.

My son is with me now after all these years,
His resilience always seems to bring me to tears.

Life is good now and I have started to smile
I must admit though, it took quite awhile.

Strength, it seems, comes from very deep!
The rewards I got are all for me to keep.

Justice served? That’s pretty lame,
But, whatever they threw at me, I no doubt overcame!