Carandiru Prison, Brazil
June 13th 2007
I sit in side of my cell, dreary, damp, cold. I stare at the ceiling while i lay my back on the cold hard concrete. For which we dont have beds. With tears streaming down my face, i count the cracks on the ceiling, and watch the cement cruble down on me. I lay there till its my time to get up and get on with the 18 hour day ahead of me.
I flinch when i hear the wack of the baton against the metal ceel door. As now i know if is officaly time to wake up and get to work. I make my way over to the corner of my cell and grab my work jump suit, i step into it and pull it up to my neck. The soaked concrete made the cloth feel like it just came out of the washing machine, but it doesnt smell like it. After i slip my suit on, my door opens and i get put into ankel cuffs and my hands are pulled to my back and cuffed. Gaurd silva escourts me to the lower deck and uncuffs my hands when i get into my eating block. I sit on the ground infront of the door waiting for my meal of the day. String beans, Corn bread, and my favorite mystery meat. The cell door slams open pushing me to the ground. A diffrent gaurd pulls me to my feet yanking me from my hair, or whats left of it. Just as hes about to tie my hands back i feel a drp of blood fall down to my nose.
I stand in the yard with a shovel and a rack. Im told to get rid of all the dirt mounds, yet there is no use of it. Im surrounded by 40 feet electricle barbwired fence. Standing 4 feet away from the gate i can feel the electric bouces off of the fence onto my back, slightly getting a rush from each joult put in me. Digging and racking for hours i sweat about 10 pounds off a week. Yeah a week, ive been here for 2 months and ive lost about 30 pounds from my 138 pound body.
At around 12:00 am i am pulled inside and get forced to take a shower. The horid smell of foot fungis and sweat lingure around. No soap just water as cold as the mid alantic in winter. My brain freezes and i jump out of the water, knowing that if i stood in it any longer i would most likley get frostbite. A buzzer goes off telling us when out 17 second rinse down is done and then we get dressed, we all get dressed in the same room, about 300 girls in bare skin crowded against eachoher sliding our secound pair of cloths onto out bodies as fast as we can, or at least as fast as i can, while others enjoy the sensation. We exit the room in a line waiting for the 29 gaurds to approch us and take us to our sleeping cells. i enter my cell and sit on the floor.
My bum gets wet but im somewhat used to it by now. My head rest on the wall and my eyes circle around the room observing every little part. I narrow my eyes bellow the third cinder block from the floor and i see 18 tally marks covering the block. Writen in a dark red substence, blood. i crawl over to the tally marks and trace them with my fingers. I drag my fingers along the creases where the blocks meet and relize that this whole cell is outlined in blood. I fall to the ground and go to the spot i try to sleep in. I stare at the ceiling and count the days, years, centrys till i die. 89 years is my sentece and i cant wait for the instance my heart stops beating and my brain stops tell my lungs to breath, anything is better than being stuck in the ninth brutel prison in the world get beaten and spit on, on a daily bases. And now i only have 4 more hours till i get to restart my day all over again.
