Time would often here stand still. <br />In the cold, old county jail, <br />in down town Tampa, on Morgan street. <br />I was after having lost consciousness, <br />after an assault for being white. <br />Awakened by and to a gay nurse, <br />committing the act of fallatio on me. <br />It was a brutal county jail, I was seventeen. <br />In nineteen and seventy five. <br />Do you understand why as a child I said nothing?<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-happened-only-once/
