Some birds just aren’t meant for the ghetto.

I’ve served 360 days in segregation at the Supermax Correctional Facility in Wisconsin which is reserved for the most violent and mentally disturbed prisoners. My crime was to ask a staff member if she wanted to know me better! The charge was, "soliciting staff." That made me a threat to the security of the prison.

This poem has words that connect to the word before it. In the end, the last word connects with the 1st one. Hope you enjoy!