I Am From
I am from a world of shattered hopes
and broken promises
a place where there is only punishment
– no rewards.
I once lived in a world of beauty
My ignorance now stolen from me,
I look to the outside
through impenetrable glass
wondering if I’ll ever be free
to choose for myself
to live my own life.
Does such a thing as freedom really exist?
Or is it just some sort of foreign mythical concept –
like heaven or the big bang theory?
I am from nowhere and everywhere.
I am from an alien planet
and fell to this place at birth
lost, confused and alone,
just wandering around, trying to get back home.
I wonder when I return – will you recognize me?
"This was done from an exercise we use regularly. We read the poem by George Ella Lyons “Where I am From,” and then ask the women to write about where they are from...
This young lady took it to a different place. She was new to the group and actually only had a couple of weeks left on her sentence, but she punched it out very well.
It gives voice to the feeling of alienation that so many incarcerated women seem to have and yet ends with a wistful desire for recognition." (Facilitator Olga Candelario)