Time would often here stand still.
In the cold, old county jail,
in down town Tampa, on Morgan street.
I was after having lost consciousness,
after an assault for being white.
Awakened by and to a gay nurse,
committing the act of fallatio on me.
It was a brutal county jail, I was seventeen.
In nineteen and seventy five.
Do you understand why as a child I said nothing?

Is It Poetry

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