(not to offend anyone) The wrongly accused I was walking deserted streets. Being cool. Acting savvyWhen I heard a muffled cry down a dark, deserted alley I thought someone was deathly hurt. So, I went to investigateYes, the area was really dark. Yes, the time had gotten late The guy backed out this dilapidated building…his Johnson hanging outThere was fear on his face, as he turned and glanced about He tugged at the jimmy that had captured his wasteAs etchings of fear drained from his face He looked up and saw me…a witness to his crimeIn the weakest of defenses, he claimed: “It’s not mine.” He threw jimmy down and ran down the streetI stood staring after him. Angry and weak When once more I looked. There lay an innocent childNo clothing protecting her. No hint of a smile My brain screamed, “Call someone.” And I reached for my cellDialed nine-one-one. And began to relate my tale As I moved to cover this victim of sinShe screamed in fear, “Please, don’t hurt me again.” Police officers and medical responders were quick on the sceneThese fathers and mothers were angry and mean When she said, “He did it.” They all looked at meIn the space of five seconds, I was no longer free …Tried to explain to the officers what I happened uponAnd indicated the direction the assailant had gone But an angry father, like a smoking gunHears no excuses. Fears no one Handcuffed and beaten, I was taken to a hospitalExamined. Threatened. Treated like a killer At the precinct, I was booked…and thrown into a cellWasn’t allowed no phone call. Even denied bail In jail, my cell mates didn’t look kindly upon meAfter the officers let them know the person they thought me to be At the trial, the victim…cried. And performedTold the jury I’d held her prisoner…quite long But witnesses came forth, testifying on my behalfWhen the DNA proved negative, they let me go real fast The victim boohoo’d. Her relatives did tooHe’s guilty, your honor. You know it’s true As I turned to leave, I saw standing by the doorThe man from the alley…And I let out a roar “That’s him,” I cried. “He’s the one from that night”The bailiff pulled his gun before the brutha took flight When the ruckus was over, the assailant confessedHe was the girl’s cousin…but a man possessed He didn’t know they were related when he accosted her that nightJust happened to be the mark. An innocent virgin. Very tight. He begged for forgiveness…for all his sinsConfessed his crime…and the predicament he dragged her in When the judge pronounced him guilty, he held his head highHe would never win her trust. But he had a life time to try.