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    I never committed any crimes but I stood behind bars regardless. I wore a dark uniform and carried a mini flashlight, bathed in fluorescent lights, I was the panoptic eye of pod one.

    "Control, open door 1B," radioed Officer 23.

    I pushed the button labeled 1B. It's a funny thing to be called control when you feel powerless. Yes, even underneath the cheap polyester fibers of a correctional officer uniform, you really don't control. You are controlled by the invisible that dictate law- some laws unjust. I sat there surveying human beings: controlling their movement by opening and shutting doors, watching them, clicking on radio buttons and monitoring the omniscient eyes of cctvs in the name of the invisible. In my mind, I kept asking myself, 'What is my alternative?" Born into a life with few choices. I wondered about the people wearing prison uniforms. What was their alternative? Born in a country with few choices.
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