Exceptional Daily Life Taken by Injustice The Morning Before Sentencing by AlvinTEthington Free Verse Poetry contest entry see author's note for context

I see my bag by the door Which will never be taken to the gym My dirty clothes Which will never be washed My ironing Which will never make it to the dry cleaners My books Which will never be read I open the refrigerator door and see Cabbage which will not be eaten Milk which will spoil Limes which will turn hard Onions which will rot I see my bed which will not be slept in I lie down and cry Because my fate lies in the hand of another man-- A judge who has admitted his mood affects his sentencing. I hope he had a good breakfast. Recognized Author Notes For some time, I have been the object of a police vendetta because I exposed their corruption and filed a complaint against them. I go to court on a trumped up charge Monday. Last time the judge gave me thirty days (I was out in a day and a half when the top authorities realized I didn't belong there.) I wonder what will happen Monday. It won't be pleasant.

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