Written by Melanin Kris

Thoughts in a cell – Locked in with you 🫶🏾💭

I remember the kisses in the winter,
The chill behind these glass doors,
The way we watched pedestrians pass by
As we occupied the cell.
It felt like the safest place in the city.

Those conversations about life experiences—
Little did we know, we knew so little.
Those prank collect calls,
Those hours of laughter.

The sudden disturbance
By someone bold enough
To kick us out…

“Y’all got nothing else to do?
Some of us got important phone calls to make—
This ain’t no playground!”

The audacity…

Yeah, I remember them vividly—
Those cells of freedom,
The one place I never minded
Feeling locked in with you.

Nostalgia