Ray

dead silence
“its too ****** quiet in here!
No wonder people hang themselves in here. If there were hooks there would be people on each one of them!”
His 60 year old smooth Puerto Rican english
better than the young white prison guard
“I need my meds! Its been 3 days!”
His afro cuban beats on the cell doors
helped me sleep it through
handcuffed together in a fast swerving moving van
a dangerous steel space
with no where to hold
a hard smooth steel bench
slippery and hard
sciatic nerve damage
unmedicated
looking out the diagonal steel lined window
“in the near future. This will be an amusement ride. To show how inhumane it used to be before whiteness was human.”
I slept
he didn’t
his eyes were losing their focus
amazing man being killed by a business
those mental ills of whiteness  
guards had no idea
how special these humans were
that they made them not autonomous
the captivity and its brutality
captivity and bad communication
the failure of whiteness
these prisoners are found not guilty
it should be slanted towards those that our innocent
not slanted toward white mass murderes
or the mental illness of whitenes