The Rose That Grew From Rikers Island

Have you ever watched someone die? Feel their bones Crack against your insides? Hear their screams Echo Out Of existence? I Have I’ve been built To keep my bars shut To be nothing but an after math of not following orders  Built by bricks a border Form freedom The separate between a Man With one foot In a courtroom the other in chains Prays his son would Never follow in his foot stepBut my bars have rotted in to a mute god I answer to no one but pale skin an