the day you came, left by the stork

           born and raised in Rikers new York

           born an addiction, your mothers conviction

           didn't choose this life but it chose you

            born and raised in prison blue...

            had to steal, to get your fix

            arrested, convicted, back in the mix

            last time you shared, contracted aids

            sitting, waiting, counting the days...

            can't ask for more, just a chance to breath

            still wear your pride upon your sleeve

            you try and try without a tear

            but to be born and to die in prison

            is just not fair...

            but why should I or anyone else care?

            cause I am alive and well

            still our hearts bleed for you...Jimmy Mirabel

             R.I.P

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Posted by the Processor 2008-01-08 09:18:56 ... Comments requested....I would not consider myself a poet..atleast not yet..more of a disturbed Dr. Seuss perhaps.. (laugh at self) + Report this comment
Posted by tarhead 2008-01-08 19:06:56 Dear Doctor that was pretty slick. had a good flow to it - write on! + Report this comment
Posted by Dirkin 2008-01-09 17:00:14 .... A sad eulogy. I think your rythem was good, and Dr Seuss rocks! + Report this comment
Posted by Captain Morgen 2008-01-11 12:49:34 .... well done, and I agree, Dr Seuss is pretty awesome :P + Report this comment
Posted by Behind_the_Mask 2008-06-13 10:46:55 ... Well written, though out. I’m pretty much speechless. + Report this comment

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