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