it's high anxiety wondering if they are coming to get me, I hear vehicles rolling silent past, I wonder if everyday is my last, when it happens it goes down extremely fast, next you know your cuffed and on the go thinking not this not detention fuck no no no! it's scary crazy how it happens, one officer knocks hard at front door and one covers the rear entrance in case you try to run he is waiting for you with his gun, sound like fun? then your told to stop your under arrest get down on the ground now slowly show us your hands. screaming like a drill sergeant these demands. then one runs up on you and cuffs your hands behind your back asked you if you have anything like drugs or anything that may poke him like a needle and any weapons? he searches you and helps you into the back of police cruiser where every thing is plastic and metal bars sometimes with a bite white and red sticker that reads "no whiners" there is very little room and your hands cuffed behind your back in a cramped place, off to the jail you go at like its a Fucking race .as you roll onto the jails property to a really tall cyclone gate twisted in razor wire across the top you begin to choke down the reality there's no turning back no going home no running to a friends or to the store those things and many other things are no more. cruiser rolls into the Sally port behind you a giant steel door closes, in front of you another cop standing there with
handcuffs and latex gloves. the arresting officer or driver whatever puts the cruiser in park but leaves it running and gets out. him and his buddy begin there love chat , you notice somthing weird, it was around 9 when they caught you bright morning light now it's like the middle of the night how the hell can that timeline be right? the cop opens your door unbuckles your seat belt watches you climb out as the other searches you again they take off your cuffs and put on a fresh pair tell you to read the sign on the entrance that states what will happen if you enter there detention center with weapons or drugs. your taken thru that entrance into a holding cell to sit on a bench and wait to be booked in for whatever your sin, there's a steel toilet with a water fountain the bench your sitting on everything you find so important you carry on yourself is gone. your right to move around freely gone your usual routine gone your smokes chew nicotine gone your news and coffee at dawn... gone your right to remain silent....well keep your mouth shut.
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