Drowning in Limbo

In this new post we share a poem from another member of our Life After Detention group, Gry Turin, who like most people who've been detained is still affected by detention: still uncertain, still submerged, still confined

Heart racingFeel my stomach churnwaking up in hot sweatsLast words will I ever learnDream about my own deathGet caughtIn my own messStarted off with moreEnded up wit lessNow I'm goin extra hardTryna make it backTell me how u spose to reachWit ur hands behind your backPlay da race cardMaybe back it up wit factsCoz of skin colourWound up wid n unfair handFrom a fixed deckI was tryna shoot a fair gameHold up wait a secNo complaintsUnder pressure know I'll still betEyes adjusted to the darkI don't need a lightSo many wrongs in my pastI don't remember rightsDon't remember muchI jus remember nightsWhen I got my feelings crushedConcerned about my well beingThis when I start to lieSouls bleeding in the insideBut I'll say I'm alrightLike it don't bother meI'm jus dealing with the pressures of this life,Turned reclusive on my familyFriends disappearedex left said she don't understand meShe said bonyeka turns into SeanSean turns into GryThat's when them dark thoughts start to penetrate your mindI talk you off the edgeJus to see you climbThat's when I start to shoutLike try standing up on one legIn the same spot for hoursCoz that's exactly how it feelsTryna put on a brave face when you know you're a cowardStuck In the limboEvading questions acting stupid like a bimboKilled my prideSo ashamedCan't even look the mirror in the eyes