Diana Darby ** "I V" ** Intravenous

In The Big House

I’m in the ghetto house
trying to get used to the fact
that no one can get to me here.
By no one,
I mean my mother.
It is a strange thing,
escaping from one’s mother.
There are no prison guards,
or barbed wire fences,
or barking German Shepards,
but getting out is still just as difficult.
And even when you do get out,
you’re never really free.