Untold Story

Untold Story

I thought she was the enemy
She let me be hurt:
Yelled at by my mother,
Hit by my father,
Touched by my siblings.
She let this happen to me.
And I thought she was the enemy,
So I was put in handcuffs
The cold metal pinched my skin.
They told me to go to this room and shut up.
Tears ran down my face,
My body trembling,
I was so scared.
I was then taken before my new almighty.
He told me I was never to see daylight.
He gave me life without parole.
My so-called protector didn’t protect me at all.
They told I was going to stay with the adults.
Live my life behind some bars,
But my horror didn’t stop there.
There were those who were stationed among the bars,
To keep us all safe from each other,
But no one kept us safe from them.
He told me I had to follow him,
He pointed me to a closet
And took my last possession from me.
It wasn’t going to be the last time.
I’ve been here for ten years.
All because I was there
When he stabbed my enemy.
I thought she was the enemy.
I thought she was my enemy.
I was only 13.
By: Winnie Hawker
***Inspired by real stories of 13 & 14 year olds sentenced to life without parole and Equal Justice Initiative***