Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #45: You’re on death row for a crime you didn't commit. Write about it. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Who am I then?
My hands rest on the table
Little indents in my wrists
You hear it all the time
Especially on TV
Innocent until proven guilty
But to them...
What is innocence?
What is proof?
The judge says convicted of First Degree
I think, first?
That doesn't sound so bad
My lawyer hangs his head
He's a fighter
Heart and soul
The judge reads my sentence
I can't breathe
The cuffs on my wrists feel like anchors
I defended my name
They threw blood on it
My lawyer pled with logic
He pled with passion
They were blinded
By a bad name and a rough jaw
I bowed at the mercy of the court
They saw evil in me
Contradicted the man I know myself to be
So
Who am I then?