Darkness surrounds the metal...
Sterile hallways, doors and bars of steel.
Cuffs and chains so I can barely move.
Each door filled with oppression,
in stark relief.
I breathe only after we pass.
human piss stink...
Steel fuming metal toilets
With no doors.
Can this be
where the most prestigious university in the world
In my Black and Hispanic case file zip code,
my life was led up a high dive of metal
and pulled into the thinned air of the stratosphere
Communing with the gods of metal-
Be they King Syringe, Mr. Gun,
Locked, metal doors...
Steely eyed, naive docs,
with the power of the pen.
They are the difference
between all or none.
Heaven or Hell,
(or is not)
in a plastic cup.
Served with a steaming