Survival of the Fittest, A Poem

How can you hear through all the violence?
when there’s so much silence?!
Screaming out to have a voice
in a system that gives you no choice.
Breaking beyond to make a change
and rearrange to prove we aren’t deranged.
Reach out and speak up. Engage.
Try to get voters on the same page,
channel the rage and strive for justice,
November 7th is our day,
and may the odds forever be in your favor.

My name is Jennifer Zukerman. (2080583) I’m currently housed at Fluvanna Correctional Center for Women. I’m trying to spread the word and help get votes up and its so hard to do that by being in here. I have tried my best and hoping for the best possible outcome.

Captive, A Poem

don’t go turning sour
just because you’re around someone with power
the man of the hour
sitting in his fancy chair
in his fancy office, like some big tall tower
while robbing everyone bare
the system never plays fair
it gives us all gray hairs
leads us astray
trying to mold us like clay
to play their little games
blames us, its all our fault
but its all a result
of them trying to keep us in check
keeping their foot on our necks.

My name is Jennifer Zukerman. I’m currently at Fluvanna correctional center in Virginia.
This is my first incarceration and I got caught up in a very bad crowd that led me here. I’m glad to say that I’ve used this time to better myself and really analyze my decision making. I’ve found myself in my writing/ poetry. I really love to write and hopefully publish a book one day.