Island of One-Thousand Days

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December 2, 2014 by dd3411a

Historically, we reference the last mile of our life as a green mile. In Stephen King’s novel, The Green Mile, we explore the tragedy of the innocent placed on death row.However,  I believe our ‘green mile’ isn’t defined by the last days of our lives. Rather, the days of our lives are defined.
The New Yorker recently published an article about the life of Kalief Browder, a child from the Bronx, who was convicted of a crime he did not commit. He spent three years in Riker’s as a minor.

After reading the article, here is what I have concluded:
Three strikes
The umpire calls
behind his stool
Next batter to the plate
Before me, he rules
You’re out! He screams
Send him to the cage 
Don’t fuss with me, boy
My hands are
Fists of rage
Three years ago
That man said he saw
what he did not see 
I didn’t want to bat
condemning me
“Take the plea”
One-thousand nights I spent
My friends all came and went
Graduating with their lives
One decision made mine
Originally published on another blog, the full work can be found at Beyond My Bars.
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