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Group poem written by women in a detention center

I'm in good health.

I'm in a good mood.

It's a new day.

I've found myself in happiness.

Everyone has their own rendition,

but when it's up to God

He will mend this one.

I'm thinking of my beautiful mother.

I'm missing both of mine so much!

I miss her soft, caring touch,

her voice, her laugh,

the things she taught me

stay forever in my mind.

If I had a flower for every time

she crosses my mind, I'd be walking

in a never ending garden

matching the beauty in her gaze.

I love the joy in my heart

(when it is there!).

It shines like the sunshine

on a cloudy day.

It speaks to my mind of joy

and love, of happiness and fun.

It's like adrenaline coursing through

my body, starting in my veins,

thrashing into my arteries

and forcing my heart to soar

with the finest spark

of love from above.

I love the sound of women's voices.

They're oh so very sweet,

soft, happy, but still strong.

They teach us of love, caring

and joy. The words they say

we can hear forever . . .

the words they say.

Red, supple, sometimes crazy,

the only thing to keep a man at bay.