"If they give you ruled paper, write the other way." -Juan Ramon Jiminez

Friday, August 27, 2004

A Comfortable Penitentiary

She sits, head propped against the wall, staring blankly at the screen. Thoughts unrelated to what she sees in front of her runs through her head, the monster of sleep-deprivation helping her case none whatsoever. She wonders, aloud at times, why she can’t have what everyone else has. Rather, she does, but it’s restricted from her access, minus approval from the guardians after countless times of nagging, achieved not through understanding of her need, but after unbearable annoyance. She supposedly abuses her privileges; privileges to her, common and everyday to everyone else. She can’t focus, her own monitor is collecting dust from two floors up, and, for all she cares, Jefferson could go play under Sally Hemings’s apron again.

I can’t wait for school to start, so that she might have some freedom back.


  • At September 1, 2004 at 10:07 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    hey, whose jefferson and wut does he have to do with any aprons? but wut ever u say. well, just cuz ur parents are dirty doesnt mean they can stop you from doin everything, tho it does suck you'll be free and ill be there helpin u out. but ur right when school starts ull be semi free, lol. see ya tomorrow. tata love


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