Locked Up Pregnant Abroad In Barbados

I have revisited the poem on the young lady who was imprisoned here after trying to smuggle cocaine back to her home town. Although I felt for her that she has managed to slip through the crack of society, I believe that she has overlook many dangers of cocaine and one of them is the very reason she was caught. If it weren’t an illegal substance she wouldn’t have had to try to smuggle it in the first place. By why is it illegal? Why can’t people be allowed to do with their bodies what they feel fit? People under the influence of drugs often encroach on other people’s rights and societal restrictions.

The was much ado about nothing as Bajan prepared to watch the well hype program only to learn that the island and its actors were glossed over. In fact it seems as if we were supposed to feel for the criminal and take a close to negative position about local law. I do have a negative position for local law and that is because the young lady wasn’t properly rehabilitated to realize after her term in prison that there is too much pain that comes with cocaine to consider selling or using it. I think that after a period regretting being caught, the young lady should come to see the many ways in which this industry destroys cities.

 

 

Locked Up Pregnant Abroad In Barbados

 

Lady from England came here with nefarious intent

On her body she would strap cocaine and customs circumvent

Coming close to the time she learnt she was with child

Kept pondering, should she still traffic drugs, her thoughts ran wild

Experience traveling partner in crime, convinced her that it would be

Done in no time and she will have lots of money

Under new persuasions she met with some men who

Packed cocaine and taped it in places where only her boyfriend knew

Pounds strapped on and they left for their plane

Risk seemed greater as she imagined the cocaine

Escaping down her legs and in clear view

Got more relaxed when the check in staff, never knew

Not so fast, some police came to wipe away her smile

And order a body search, she gave in and was never hostile

No recourse, she was caught and her case came fast

They gave her 5 years at Glendary, but how could she last

A baby born here, in prison, what would she do

Bajan laws give 3 months to place the child or it’s taken from you

Rights and wrongs now plagued her as her child grew inside

On nights she was sleepless and in the days she would hide

All the stupid things she had ever done, this was the worst

Didn’t matter that smuggling from Barbados was her very first

Island beaches of blue waters and golden sands were a memory

Never again will she experience the island’s glee

Bars were bars from cell phones, movie theaters and much more

A bar from all the pleasures she had known before

Running it over in her mind, she thought she could never again

Be a smuggler of illegal merchandise, trafficker of cocaine

And still while she was here in our prison, we never taught her

Drugs have a greater wrong than being caught, a greater danger

Our system should show inmates the pain of cocaine, properly

Shattered lives, broken homes, addicted children, a crippled society

 

 

 


 

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