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When working in a prison, they tend to lose their vision at the gate.

Not in a psychical sense but in a mental and emotional sense.

They no longer see us as a fellow human being sharing the same expansive sky.

They see us as a number, a filthy, lying inmate.

No longer worthy of an apology, a simple “thank you”

When we are sad or having a bad day, missing home, instead of taking genuine concern,

You take out the cuffs and yell “turn around!” You're going down!

The same blindness pertains to me, us, all the I/M’s; this parallel universe. Know as prison

I am blind to the fact that they have lives, kids, issues, deaths, bad marriages.

To every time you open your eyes just realize there is more than one kind of blind.

6-30-17

#15455 Kim Harrington