A poem about Erics experience at CCA
I am pacing in my cell
My skin is still on fire from the paper spray
that I was bathed in 8 days ago
No clean clothes have been provided, no shower either
I am scared because I don’t understand the process
or the noises, or the smells
Don’t understand why they aren’t giving me a shower
or a fucking towel, or fucking toothpaste
My jaw still hurts, my eyes wont’ stop watering
It hurts to swallow anything
I am pacing my cell letting ever pig know
that if they open this door I am attacking
If they have the gaul, I will provide everything else
8 days ago I charged into a group of COs
fist swinging, refusing to let them disrespect my cell mate
I didnt make it far, multiple cans emptied onto my face
Punched, kneed, slammed down
A knee on the back of my throat, a CO grabs my hair
and lifts up my face, while another pulls my hair back
and eyes open
to ensure I get the full affect
This is my 2nd time in seg here..this time will last 10 months
I will be stuck in a cell with no lights
Served spoon sized portions of food, be denied medical care
I will meet some of my best friends and I will fall in love
My spirit will enlarge and my rage at the system will deepen
I received my property a full 3 weeks later
My first shower came 10days after the spraying
skin still has burn spots
I am pacing my cell, waiting.