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Poetic JusticeOnce I killed a manoh please, do not be shocked he used to choke me till I was blue, then he would stop. Oh yes, we were happily married, or so the story went. I told the cops what happened, and to prison I was sent. No, the judge didn't want to hear it, and as the jury knew he was a man just like them; I guess they too were through. Oh, I testified to make new laws to protect women in this state, but tho those rules are now in books for me it was too late. They said to ask the Governor for mercy on my case. I did indeed, and six years later no answer to my fate. I filed papers properly, as the court requests, to gain a second look at whether my conviction should rest. I argued with the best of them, oh how amused they seemed to be but always found a reason not to set me free. I've been locked up ten years now; I guess I should have learned not to bother with a system where the wheels of justice seldom turn. Christy Marie Camp, Valley State Prison Last updated January 6, 2004 08:22 AM |
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