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Mt.
Vernon Baptist Church sat between the library where I bought the drugs and Daniel's
house. The small parking lot on the corner of Joyce and 23rd..
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Heavy
sleep seeps from my body. My eyes won’t open. I attempt to wipe away the weight
from my lids, but my arm won’t move. My fingers op..
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I
bounce my foot against the bedpost. It’s hard to breathe. I’ve been tagged as
aggressive in this messed-up detention center. At any mo..
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Suicide.
Wow. What an idea. I’ve never thought about that before, why should I? I have a
life of privilege. Everything I do, good or bad, is f..
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It
only takes a couple weeks for me to adjust to The Bracelet. Like the cameras.
Like The Shackle. Like anything else in The Center, my mind found a..
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For the first time in my visits,
the counselor’s office becomes a refuge. I hurry in and sit down. Surrounded by
eclectic decorations, I try t..
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I
don’t like it. I don’t do it on purpose. But, my laughter doesn’t stop for
days. Every time that stupid song wakes me up, my hys..
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I wander through The Center
chomping on crackers and sipping water and trying to grasp my condition. Not
just my pregnancy, but the different intera..
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Two
days later, streamers hang along the back of the amphitheater for the
semi-annual graduation. The student decoration committee strung Christmas
..
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When
I was ten, my uncle bought me my first pair of designer shoes. They didn’t have
a heel, he wouldn’t have done that, but the Prada p..
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