(Courtesy of Skyways Journal)

Shirts of fuchsia and daisy yellow meant to emasculate us

Instead becoming our new gang colors worn with pride

Old allegiances were forgotten while

New beefs were created

We wore borrowed equipment

Gloves worn with the sweat of ten inmates prior

Bats, rationed under the ever wrathful eyes

Of guards taking leave of their bullying

To be entertained

Shagging fly balls in the summer sun

Razor wire glistened

Marking the left field fence

Every man who stepped on the gravel-infused dusty hard pack

Returned to a lost youth

Once full of promise

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