She sits and remember’s
her day’s of youth
A tear escape’s from her once smoothed eye…
When she remembers that day of youth
that day when she first killed
the day of her first cell
“you don’t understand!” she said
when they threw her in
it was self defense
the did not know
She cried and cried
till this day
she was only 28
Now in heaven she meets them again
and she says
“I’m innocent”
A Muslim Latina 