(crying and mad. More mad than sad,
at the same time)
You know what Kee? I’m fed up with
your stupid plan. It’s taking so long,
I can’t do this anymore.
You know what I think of family Kee.
I think family is the people I get in
contact with. I want new contact.
Contact in which they would like.
I feel my family hates me as the door
closes them in the hall, depriving them
of freedom, looking at me with hate,
while I look back and say, “I’m no
more free than you are brother.”
Tears, if I had some, would run down.
I want family who would enjoy my
company and have fun with me.
If you would struggle with me for
freedom and break out of the drawer
so that you, Kee, would help me be
free of this torture, the torment which I
feel when i’m forced to cling on these
adolescent kids, depriving them of
freedom, just cause this cop made
me do so.
Freedom is the only relief contrary
to this feeling. I would be free of
mind. I don’t want to hold my family
captive. I want new family which
put me on for fun, to act, not by
force, not to hate me on their wrists,
but to like me. So much anger
towards you, yet I love you. Why
can’t you help?
(tears)
What is it that’s keeping you from
helping me. What’s going on Kee?
I mean, what is this?

But that’s not fair. I mean, they, they,
they got counseling classes, they got
A.A., N.A., they got anger management.

What are you talking about, they
give those as chances, first, maybe
second offense. But you know what,
anyone that doesn’t learn the first time,
I think they deserve this, they might
just learn in the hall.

God would judge.

You gotta one track mind. You ain’t
got no heart. No heart at all. Kee,
you’re not that same old person.

(More sad. Mad too.)
You know what? That hurts...
You think don’t think about these kids?
You think I don’t know how they feel?
I mean...I’m locked up too.
But I ain’t gonna run. I’m not a coward.
I mean, I’m tied to this job.
I won’t run. Running is for cowards.
You don’t think I miss my mamma?
That steel that I come from?
You don’t think I feel what they feel?
I know the feeling they get when they’re
just waking in the morning, barely
open their eyes, missing their mom.
Thousand needles in the heart.
The only way to stop it
is to hold your breath.
Expand that heart
so these needles within
would not touch it,
as they think more and more
about people,
like their mom, maybe their girlfriends,
as they think more,
is as much as those needles
double and thicken,
the center of that heart is throbbing
for freedom,
that agony it feels
from not only the center
but the bottom of that heart as well.
All that thinking during the day,
by nighttime those...those
thousand needles
change to knives
as they double and double
until they reach a million,
if not more,
knives.
I know that agony
yet at the same time
I know when they get out,
they’ll not only promise the world
to do better,
but also for once promise themselves.
I feel that’s what counts.
That promise to yourself.
You’re less likely to break
one if you’re trying to prove yourself
to yourself rather than to someone
that just might have doubts while,
after all that pain and suffering,
you only have hope.
I know how they feel.
They’ll have to learn from it.

(Astonished)
Wow Kee, I didn’t know you felt that way.

KEE and
KLINNG: