Prison Yard Princess
Prison Yard Princess By Linda S. Gunther “ Please, leave me alone.” “ You’re the new prison yard Princess. And, I’m the Queen around these parts, Miss Uppity.” “ Can you stop smoking that joint? Please, I got asthma. I shouldn’t be in here.” “ They all say that their first month inside. But why so pale? Your cheeks were rosy this morning. I noticed.” “ That prison guard, Cynthia, she’s the mother of my boyfriend. He framed me for smuggling drugs.” “ Cynthia? God-damn! She sold me this weed.” “ She had him set me up. Send me to her prison.” “ Don’t worry, Princess. I got plans for her. And they ain’t pretty.”