Juvenile Detention Centers


English: Harris County Juvenile Detention Center

English: Harris County Juvenile Detention Center (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

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Juvenile Detention Centers: Who is inside? What is inside? Why? How do they feel? Read this article and poem by Jenean C Gilstrap

Not far from my home there is a large brick building compound of sorts. It sits on the main highway that goes through town. In my years of driving past at least several times a week, there has never been any sign of human occupancy there – no signs of “life”, except for an occasional plain vehicle going in or out the circular drive. There are no signs on the grounds to indicate what this facility is – whether it is a medical research center or a corporate headquarters or a professional office complex – nothing. There are no outward signs of what is contained within – very much unlike both the inward and the outward signs on the spirits and bodies of those individuals detained within. The building is a called a “juvenile detention center” – those detained within its walls are children.

Now, these are not “children” in the purest sense of the word. The word “children” in most minds denotes also a degree of innocence – of sweetness – of purity of soul and spirit of possibility and probility – and of promise – promise for today and for a better tomorrow. But for most of these “children” those are states of existence totally foreign to them. These are children who have, for the most part, lived/existed their short lives on the streets of darkness in the neighborhood of abuse and neglect and abandonment. Their bodies attacked and/or neglected by those who physically created them – their minds darkened by the heinous acts and/or omissions of their creators – their hearts void of light and love – their spirits broken and bent within the temples of their abused and abandoned bodies.

Animals who have been visciously mistreated by their owners become viscious animals – acting and behaving differently than those puppies and kittens who have been lovingly cared for. So, too, do children who have been visciously mistreated by their creators [and/or others] become different. They have survived the only way they know. The act in the only way they know – how they, themselves, have been treated. These are the children who, through no fault of their own, become the legal residents of cold, sterile brick walls such as those sitting on the main highway that goes through this town. It is for these children that this poem was written and is dedicated.*

little boys blue

little boys blue

sinners sittin’ in a jail house row

prayin’ to a god they don’t know

readin’ the book of all the rules

but none of them have all the tools

innocence lost in sandbox play

never had nothin’ to save their day

no mother’s kiss to seal their nights

no daddy’s love to show the light

little boys lost at what a cost

lives without love now trampled and tossed

so they sit in solemn quiet

all dressed alike in prison white

faces turned up lookin’ for grace

ain’t much time for this life’s race

arms held high for them pearly gates

searchin’ for salvation ‘fore it’s too late

heart’s singin’ sweet till kingdom come

ain’t gotta chance till servin’ is done

cross-ways art inked on pale canvas flesh

ain’t enough to git outta this mess

men still boys now at the end

worderin’ if their souls will ever mend

wantin’ to taste of the water sweet

wadin’ to heaven in their young bare feet

dreamin’ of love ‘n another life’s dance

lookin’ to god for a second chance

little boys blue

what to do

what

to

do

 

*The male gender used in this poem is used for poetic purposes and is not intended in any way to be all-inclusive of the children – boys and girls – for whom this piece is written and dedicated.

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