Prisoner Profile
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I'm not sorry. I'm not sorry cuz I didn't do nothin' wrong. I didn't commit no crime. I never raped nobody, but now I gots to pay for something I ain't even done. It's bull***** really. I stuck in here for 15 years and I know the bastard who done it. ***** he's probably still doin' it.
A gotta little boy who's daddy's in jail, and he don't understand any of this. He lives with his mama in the Bronx, in our beat up apartment but hey, at least it's home. Much better than livin' here if ya ask me. She brings him to see me once a month, and I say man that's bull***** that I only get to see my boy once a month! How's a boy supps'd to grow up without his daddy? When she brings him to me, I'm always in a room with a damn guard. Do these people really think I'd hurt my own kid? I used to take him to the street across from our place, and teach him to play stick ball. Now I can't even have a damn minute with him...
She's a good woman, she is, and they don't make many like her. I tried to make the court see this, how I care for my wife, and why would I ever wanna rape nobody, but they don't give a ***** what I gotta say. They just stick me in here without a second thought, the bastards. They fine and dandy in they own worlds, they probably never even visited a prison. They got no clue what it's like to rot in here. They back home in the're safe houses, while I always lookin' ova my shoulder for them fairies. I don't want no part in that disgusting ***** that goes on in here. And the guards, they don't even protect you in here, they laugh at you and hope them fairies catch ya. Damn hellhole it is in here.
Every day it's the same damn *****, day in, day out. Wake…
