Coming Home From Jail Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

Think you'd really transformed
I hope life had gone nowhere
I hope my wife had fix her mess
her selves, her demeanors, her laughter
that tells you she's enjoying life
I hope she'd done every damn thing
and been anything she wanted to be
And the best show ever watched here
Is that how my little life went by
At school I'd started trying to escape
Gang walking, arm swinging, baggy trousers
No homies could beat my demon up,
The crew all gone and I was acting alone
The supreme Court framed me for a murder
But My life is never wrong for me
You never stepped into my shoes
And pushed me out away
Dearling, I am now coming home from jail
Don't stand up to apologize
or feel sorry for sending me there
Don't feel like one, you're not God
You only made the wrong choices
I've got beautiful flowers for your grave
And a cold kiss, I still love you more
Same in your unseen world.