A letter to Miss Donaldson

 

I am trying to speak, but the tears running down my cheeks

have overtaken my words. “Breathe in, breathe out”, I tell myself.

I give out a deep sigh. I cannot speak but my pen will.

My pen will tell the world what you have done to me

What have you done to me Miss Donaldson? Why destroy me this way?

Did I not welcome you into my Home? Did I not feed you when you were hungry?

Did I not offer you a drink when you were thirsty?

 

I offered you friendship and loyalty; And what did I get in return?

You came into my home and robbed me whilst I slept.

You took everything away from me then had me locked away.

I was minding my own business before you came knocking on my door.

I welcomed you with open hands and a warm heart.

But you, my friend, had other things on your mind. Do you realise what you have done to me?

Are you aware that you have cost me my life?

 

To you it was just a laptop; something to sell for a quick buck in order to feed your fix.

To me, it was more than a computer; It was important documentation of my status.

Music that took me down memory lane. Games that occupied my free time.

Fifty two chapters of the story of my life. Years of ideas, thoughts and emotions.

You robbed me of special moments; Pictures and videos of my precious children

I do not see my children often; only two hours a month I get.

But through my laptop I got to see them everyday. But you my friend,

took all that away from me. Took it all in an instant without second thought.

 

I confronted you because I had the right. Witnesses saw you trying to sell my laptop.

I know, because they described it. I was hurt, angry and upset.

We fought, I sustained injuries; you did not.

But it was you that rang the police. Reported assault because you knew I was on licence.

Police did not touch you, “No evidence” they stated.

Despite my injuries they said you were defending yourself

Because you told them I threw the first punch.

What about me? Do I not have a right to defend my property?

Today you walk free and sleep in your bed. Looking after and enjoying your children.

I am here today, locked up in a prison cell. All because I welcomed you into my home

 

You waited for me to fall asleep then you violated me. 

You took my life, my home and my freedom. My children have lost their mother; yet again.

All because I welcomed you into my home.

You are the one who stole from me and yet you walk free.

You left me bloodied and scarred and yet I am the one sitting in jail

It leaves me with a lot of questions

 

Where is the justice in this world? How are you managing to sleep at night?

Are you sorry Miss Donaldson? If you could take back time, would you?

Or do you just not care. I have nothing left to my name except the prison clothes I wear.

All because I welcomed you into my home

 

I was lonely and I thought you were genuine

I was trying to rebuild my life after serving a three year jail sentence

Before you came knocking on my door, I was doing well

I was moving slowly but I was moving forward

But you, my friend, put me back behind bars

PRISON, a place I wanted to forget forever.

 

Written by KD.W

10/10/2018 HMP Peterborough

 

“To the woman responsible for my arrest that led to my recall back in prison. I have been incarcerated now for forty three days and counting. She did not even bother to turn up to Court because she knew she would get caught out. Charges against me were dismissed on the 13^th November 2018 at Leicester magistrate’s court and yet I am still imprisoned. I lost everything because of her, and that is why I say, “God Bless you Z.D for the pain and disruption you have caused and all that you took from me.”