RestraintA Poem by {A}shley {B}lack @-;-A poem about false imprisonmentRestraint Sitting in a darkened cell four by four tomb my personnel hell Head still thumping from the baton that was held the marvellous blow raising his smile did he hear me yell? I was only trying to help, the girl was already dead I’m not refusing arrest The blow to my head how am I a sick f**k? I was covering her breast No I didn’t rape her the police officers patience I did surely test Sitting whilst blood gushes from my open wound doctors then to the station where I am now entombed the cell door clunks as the viscous officer stands shadowing the light asking for my hands restraints are applied cold metal cutting my wrist sorry it was a mistake false imprisonment I shouldn’t have tried to resist So I may be free yet a victim to police brutality all for showing common decency to covering which I believed was a sleeping womans personal privacy © 2011 {A}shley {B}lack @-;-Author's Note
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11 Reviews Added on February 18, 2011 Last Updated on February 18, 2011 Author{A}shley {B}lack @-;-Sheriffhales, Shropshire , United KingdomAboutI Am Ashley Black (an alter ego ) I have a dark mind when it comes to my poetry as the strongest emotions come from negative RETURNING- I have been distant from this site for a while but I am fina.. more..Writing
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