I am an inmate that is the victim of a sexual assault. In November 2005 I was taking a shower one evening when the curtain was opened. Standing outside of my shower stall were two inmates…The first inmate pushed me back and told me to shut up. He then said I had two choices. Either I bend over and act like a bitch or they would beat me down and make me one anyways. So I [bent over]. He then proceeded to rape me. He and the other inmate took turns for what seemed like an eternity. I now have night terrors. I lied to get into [protective custody] because I was afraid they would find out I told. I need help. I am a mental wreck. I am afraid of my own shadow.
-Patrick, Arizona

I was assaulted physically and mentally,
It seemed like the whole world was against me.
That no one wanted to hear what I had to say,
Even the people paid to listen turned me away.
Self-proclaimed Christians treated me like this,
After I’d been stomped with feet and beaten with fists.
The acts I reported meant nothing to the powers that be,
I was forced into hostile climates to be assaulted sexually.
I was hurt inside even now I wonder,
How could people sworn to protect, harm others.
It didn’t seem like there were any good people left,
Until S.P.R. came and offered their help.
I’m thankful and grateful they were put in my life,
I’m not out of the woods yet, but I can see the light.
Don’t be discouraged if you get hurt,
By inmates or those sworn to protect and serve.
Everything I say I promise you can believe,
Inmates and officers have both beaten me.
Fight and fight the pen’s mightier than the sword,
When you get discouraged fight again until you can’t no more.
Be creative and improvise, there’s strength in numbers,
Use your mind to bring you from under.
I’m still trying, I’m still fighting, I won’t give up,
In the future I’ll be able to serve my time peacefully.
With a little luck.

-Clarence, Texas