From The County Stockade To Hillsborough Correctional Institution Poem by James McLain

Hillsborough Correctional Institution opened in
nineteen seventy nine
For U.S.
Youthful offender's
Aged from eighteen up to twenty five
I was in that initial group
Of eight hundred fifty kid's that opened
It's door's to U.S.

Here now we're real punk's
Slang for real homosexuals when being
Gay
Was still on the New England journal of
Medicine
As a psychiatric disorder.

Live walking and talking sucking machine's
Before arriving and being our age
Who was it that stretched them out where
In truth for them size didn't matter.

The weakest amongst U.S.
Became a punk's
Punk where the punk would dick the weak down
Called turning him out.

In the occasional conversation with one when
I had
I would ask the punk with some silly name like
Gloria or sugar britches
Why when they were being dicked down why the
One hooked to his ass
Moving daily in and out didn't consider
Themselves as gay.

This was by he conveyed to me that it was considered
prison credibility
And one night when coming out of the shower a punk
Grabbed my Johnson prison slang for cock
Before pulling away it got hard which left me
Quiet and confused
Was I gay because it got hard.

I decided at ever opportunity that I could to spend
As much of my remaining sentence
In confinement
This behavior was back then considered normal by staff
This is when I learned deep in sleep that I could
Control my dream's
And I could leave the prison each night
And go to places that still to this day I've never been.