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Tj’s Diary Entry: Day Two
Dear journal, (or diary or whatever ya wanna call it)
I woked up this mornin’ when I felt the sun shinin’ on my face. The sun was shinin’ through the metal bars (also known as my window) that confirmed my injustice. How could they blame all of this on a 13 year old boy like me? Well I’ll tell you, I’m black and they are white, they hate people like me since we was born and I just think that it aint fair what they is doing to me, my family and all of our friends. They think I committed a murder and I heard I was gonna get what was comin’ to me. The prison guard came by earlier, taunting me and telling me that I was nothing but a piece of black worn out pair shoes, which is why I’m never going live to see another day. He told me I was gonna be hung. But I miss my mama like I miss the grass out in the field and I miss my lil sister Cassie, also one of the bravest most pure hearted kids that I know. But my pa would beat me up a storm if I make it out of here. Well, here we go. What I am I saying, I aint neva gonna get out of this god forbidden place. But if I know anything, I know that in times like these, that god is with me the most. The jail they throwed me in is just a disgusting wasteland. I told them that they were monsters, but they just laughed up a storm and threw me a scrap of food. And of course since the food here is terrible I lunged for it and ate it not even hesitatin’ to wipe off the dirt on it. As I used the bathroom one day, I saw a couple a rats scurrying around. The toilet that is in my cell is clogged up and nasty. My mama would just die in a messy place like this. My mama has a tendency to make sure everything is clean. I looked out my window sometimes hoping that I was anywhere else but here. I heard the guards come in one night and I pretended to be asleep but soon gave way to the fact that I was very much awake, they beat up and let me stay there bleeding and hurt. Well I hope that if anyone cares enough to read this one day, ill have someone who will remember me. God bless me!
Love,
Tj Avery
Publication Date: 11-15-2011
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