Prisons of Our World
by Allison Blake
(1995, Bedford Hills Correctional Facility)

Mrs. Hennessy is getting a manicure
No matter her husband loves her no more
Been vain and spoiled so long
Can’t leave these comforts now
Love is the only sacrifice it seems
Now she finds it in her dreams.

Sarah was to be a great artist
Her talents were noticed years ago
The street life smothered her dream
Now she lives in the could-have-been
Wonders each night if it should-have-been
Too afraid to think of the would-have-been.

Harry reaches for the bottle
Can’t get through the night without it
Colorful pictures dangle before him
Floating in unison with the sounds in his head
Can’t turn the music off now
It starts and stops without him.

Little Mary is hiding in the cellar
Doesn’t want her daddy to find her
Still hurting from last night’s beating
Can’t figure yet why it happened
Plans to run away as soon as she’s grown
Like Big Sister who works for Big Eddie.

We stand alone in the prison of our space.