TWENTY TWO
by: Greg A. Kokal

Where were you? In 1983? Check your memory.
Me?... In a jail cell. And so as a person, how would you carry
yourself - If say, they held you, for? Twenty two? And you
didn't do what was put onto you. And to be in this cell for
another's crime, has such an effect.

But... For those unbelievers, what if I was guilty... After
twenty two yrs. in a damn box... Who would you be? What
would you think... And how would you live? And how much of
you do you think would be the same twenty two yrs. later.
Would your appearance alter? Would your thinking change?
Would you get up each day striving to be better than the day
before? Would you study? Would you exercise? Would your
people hang on and encourage you? Would you do all you
could... To be good? Like?

Self Improvement?
Just asking.

Me? Well, that's how I roll. I workout and study twenty four
7-365... Every day in this box. And... I am a better person then I
was at 20. And... To be 42 is not too old. Is it? But after twenty
two, you'd be worn and weary. No? Especially with them still
trying to kill you.

And... In so doing,
they're expressing their inhumanity because -
Everyone knows people change. But they are insisting that all
you do,
you can be a scholar or whatever.

And by them still trying to kill you, they are saying you can't
change or be better

Because you are who you were. And for that, you must die.

No rehab. So, each day, on my knees I pray...

Oh Lord, give me the strength and faith to go on.

Because you have got to believe in your self worth.

You've got to believe that your appeal will see justice done.

And... No matter what, though they still maintain you are
worthless, unworthy of life...

You must fight on!

And no matter that all the injustice has your mind wrecked...
And that you can go for weeks and months without sleep due
to the psych torture... No one knows, no one believed.

No one believes that you are innocent.

He can't be?

Meet Author Greg A. Kokal