Black Eyes Don't Cry

I have fought through what seems like the depths of hell, just to only scratch the surface. I have felt more pain than the average woman should ever have the misfortune in coming into contact with. I have been devalued, tortured, beaten, rapedand left for dead. But all I hear is the media calling me a cold hearted monster. I hear them say that I am unfit to walk with today's society as if they knew the issue that had lead up to this. The public always listened to the media's twists of ideas and lies. So much so that the public became brainwashed and began their so-called trial of prejudices. And the public bandwagons are always a strong deciding factor in a murder trial. They don't know my struggles or pain. They don't know about the fear that I had to deal with but yet they judge.
I sit here in my prison cell with no fancy carpeting, just cold walls and damp floors. No exquisite dining, just a quickly put together tray. I have no friends...just parents. The inmates aren't so bad, most of them have in-house bets going with the guards. The wager is on my verdict, whether im guilty or not guilty. Inmates ask me all the time if I could, would I take it all back? I just reply with a dense smile and a warm look but nothing more. I know that I would never take what I did to him back...ever. He deserved everything that I did to him and more.
He had me fooled. He had everyone fooled except for Nikki. Deep in my heart I knew she was right. So many issues I felt uncomfortable with, but yet I continued. I chose not to listen, not to take a stand and I paid the price. I have been quiet, drowning for so long, but now...NOW it's my turn. It's time for me to tell the story and for everyone else to listen.