Sitting on this wooden chair,
Anxious, nervous, and scared.
Emotions buried deep inside
For what they seek is disguised.
My feelings do not matter to them.
Both black and white
Brought together as one
For the crime I didn’t commit.
Witnesses tell their stories.
Details changed, altered, distorted.
Questions are harsh, misleading, and painful.
Then I am brought to the stand.
Revealing the details of what happened
Changes all the opinions that we have made
Yet there is one decision to make from the judge and jury.
Will I be guilty or not guilty?
