This is poem written by an inmate named Curtis. He was 16 when he was charged as an adult, and was 22 when he wrote this. He is serving a 40 year sentence. Curtis wrote the poem earlier this year about being in solitary. As of this week, he is still in solitary.
I was warned there’d be times like these
But nothing could’ve prepared me for Dr. Swartz
Who comes around once a week
Peeking in my cell like he knows me better than I know myself
I’ll bet he gets a kick out of seeing a 22 year old
Who has been locked away in a cell since he was 16
Who has 30 more to go if a blessing doesn’t come through this damn wall
That he’s been staring at for the past 6 hours
I often come to this wall to somewhat free my mind
Or to drown out my annoying cellie
Who can’t stop talking about his boring relationship with his girlfriend he can’t seem to stop fighting
Even though she calls the cops on him every time
Or sometimes when the lights go out and the prison raucous is done for the day
I guess to seek mental refuge from this place
Other times just to reflect on what life was like before 23 and 1
When it was cookouts, huggies and hamburgers
Yeah, that always brings a smile to my face
Lately that’s been the routine
I start reflecting and end up with this smile
Staring at this damn wall!
Then here comes this Dr. wanting to know why I’m sitting here smiling at the wall
I give him the usual “nothing”
But to be honest
I smile to keep from crying
Illustration by JP Trostle
