Moderator, Not sure this is in the right spot, please move if needed. Its a poem about visiting.
Barriers and Bullshit
When I visit
I donít see bars.
I see barriers and bullshit.
I see men who subscribe to Playboy
but arenít allowed a naked photo of their wife.
I see women
who drove two hours
turned away because their dress is an inch too short
or their collar bone is showing.
I see men who get a kiss
once a month
and have to worry if its too long
or if they touched their wife above the wrist.
I see women;
moms, wives, sisters
doing time on the outside.
I see children
allowed only one parent
in the playroom
for the safety and security of the institution.
And a parent trying to balance
roles as husband
and father in an two hours
and fifteen minutes a week.
When I visit I see not bars, but
barriers and bullshit.
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That is a great poem... did you write it yourself?
I've moved your thread to the Poetry forum, because - well, I guess the name of the forum speaks for itself. I was on PTO for over a year before I realized the Breakroom existed! There are lots of fun forums in this section. I hope to see more of your poetry soon.
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