A Better Tomorrow
Preparing for prison; reliving my past trauma
BY SIMONE J. SMITH I must have been really tired, because I slept way past the time that the lights...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH I must have been really tired, because I slept way past the time that the lights...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH I knew for some reason that I was going to be transferred to the prison that...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH It was hard to sleep that night. I had sat on the floor staring at the...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH “It’s not like I had any control before, but I sure liked to think so.” I...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH “I didn’t know at the time, but this man, this officer would become my guardian angel...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH When I got out of my first cold shower, the girls were sitting there quietly talking...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH “Hola” Really Simone! That is the only thing you could think of to say right now?...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH I heard the sound of the laughter outside the gate. For a moment, I had forgotten...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH “Hey mom,” I said, my voice finally cracking. “I need your help.” In this moment, I...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH I closed my eyes, and forced myself to calm down. The officers were chatting away beside...
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