The glass comes between our love.
My hand reaches for the father that is gone.
"No touching allowed!"
Orange jumpsuits?--they have been putting us in those things long before Guantanamo.
A long row of desperate communication to my left and to my right.
I pick up the industrial black transceiver so we can talk.
#Jail #NewJimCrow
A long row of desperate communication to my left and to my right.
I pick up the industrial black transceiver so we can talk.
#Jail #NewJimCrow
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