Saturday, October 26, 2024

In a concrete cell she sat, for a joint sold in jest,
A young woman's fate, put to the ultimate test.
Once a simple gesture among friends so carefree,
Now six months of rehab, a grim reality.

No more laughter shared over a puff of smoke,
Just the harsh echoes of concrete that silently spoke.
Her freedom stripped, her future left in doubt,
For a single act, consequences played out.

In a world where laws clash with personal choice,
She's caught in the web, with a weak, muffled voice.
A lesson learned hard in the shadow of bars,
As she counts each day under the watchful guards.

In a system where justice may seem quite askew,
A young woman's story, a warning so true.
The price of a joint, a heavy toll to pay,
In a concrete cell, her dreams fade away.

So beware of the choices that you may make,
For a simple act can lead to a severe mistake.
In the dim, cold walls of a rehab cell,
Her tale of caution, a somber warning to tell.