James Rogers

By Mr. James Rogers

Today is a new day

and tomorrow will be the same

but will tomorrow ever get here

are the questions that past my brain

The past I love so much

Because the present is filled with pain

How did I end up at Donaldson

Where they house the criminally insane

Is that what I am too?

May I ask who’s to blame?

Why do I have to be rehabilitated?

I have life without the possibility for parole.

These are the thoughts that flood the system

That once kept my life on hold

I’m forty-one years of age.

And it took me thirty-five to become a man.

I’m not the same person I was at twenty-one

I’m trying my damnedest to have you understand

It’s not easy for me or my family

My siblings think it’s best to avoid me

Here, I find myself alone

Sometimes fading into the darkness

Do Americans believe in second chances?

America, how can you sit back and watch this?

Lynching is at an all time high

But you can’t see it with the naked ekye

America was built on Christianity

God is love! So Christian, why can’t you stand me.

My country tis of thee

Sweet land of liberty

That’s just a fantasy

That phrase don’t apply to me.

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