In a world where all I've ever known is,
this ghetto camp,
these cellblock rooms,
these razor-wire fences.
Where there is segregation of sex, and race,
where you are nothing,
less than nothing,
yet everything has a place.
A life I was born into without choice,
where I live in the dark,
in the cold,
in the moist.
I have never met another race, never met a girl,
never known my mother,
or anyone for that matter,
in this cold cruel world.
Till one day I was walking along the fence,
I saw a figure,
walking along the other side,
I couldn't help but tense.
The figure was young and female,
the first I'd ever seen,
walking towards me,
on the other side of the jail.
When we came together we stopped face-to-face,
we were on the far side,
the end of our ghetto camps,
neither of us were allowed in this place.
I spoke and gave my tag number and she did in her case,
and we promised,
every week,
to return same time same place,
Years went by and we fell in love,
many times,
I had tried,
to climb the razor-wire above.
Tools were guarded and never personly owned,
yet how could we go on,
without one another,
forever alone.
We shared our first kiss, through the cold fence,
and I promised,
to get us out,
whatever it meant.
I took up work in the metal shop working day and night,
till one night,
I stole a tool,
and like a shadow I was out of sight.
The bolt cutter sliced the fence and I was soon through,
we were finally together,
me,
and you.
Out of the camp without a goodbye,
two wondering lovers,
lost,
under the sky.
The night was dark and the moon our lamp,
and we were together,
that night in out love,
as we left the ghetto camp.
