Hurricanes Don't Worry: Poems from Men in the Harris County Jail

Hell Raiser

Micah Everett

During the hurricane,
unfortunately, I was incarcerated.
My family was out in the streets.
I was devastated.
People dying; cows flying,
my loved ones keeping warm and dry,
at least trying.
Calling and calling
Dialing and dialing.
Hoping they’d be okay.
Inside I’m crying.