his shirt was torn body, covered in sweat breathing hard hair dirty and wet his eyes were wild with alcoholic breath well over the limit when they gave him the test they threw him to the ground put a knee in his back handcuffed the brutha read him the riot act "you're under arrest" they said with disdain slapped him kicked him before the others came "why're you arresting me? i've done nothing wrong. i had a few drinks fell… on my way home." "you're under arrest for rape and assault you trying to deny it claiming it's not your fault" they took him to the precinct lined him up against a wall then lined up some others before making the call "that's him, the bastard" that woman did say "it wasn't me i promise" he didn't know what to say her words were like fire burning hot in his soul "i didn't do it" he shouted but his fate had been told by the look in her eyes overflowing with tears "it wasn't me" he knew but ahead were many years of a six by eight cell a bed and a stool a mirror made of mettle suicides were too cruel his future washed over him "how wrong can this be" as he realized the inevitable he'd no longer be free the trial came down a formality...that's all a week long process before he got the call "GUILTY" they charged pointing daggers at him "twenty-five to life for his terrible sin" "BUT IT WASN'T ME" he wept in his seat as the verdict was read "how could the jury could have been misled why couldn't they see i didn't do this thing i'm sad for this woman but it wasn't me." the first year was the hardest the second...so, so then five and ten he had no place to go sometime, in year eleven his lawyer stopped by "we wanna try this new technique would you give it a try it's called DNA testing of the semen in her when the crime was committed" his mind was in a blur "**** right, i wanna try it i said it wasn't me get a judge get a doctor do the test you'll see" when the testing was over he was vindicated and set free twelve years to the day when he was found guilty "i told you didn't i tell you" he cried profusely “twelve years ain’t that a ***** why'd she have ta accuse me?” ****! TOO MANY OF OUR BRETHREN BE UNJUSTLY INCARCERATED.