When The Witch Hunt
Was Over
I Was The First In Line
To Burn.
I was only seventeen when I was faced with making the most important decision of my life: plead not guilty for a murder I did not commit and face the death penalty if not properly represented, or let the judicial system play its favorite game ... confess and end the witch hunt. I was the first in line to burn for somebody else's crime.
I was born and raised in Kentucky, and moved to Memphis when I was a teenager. My grandfather, the only father figure I've ever known, died shortly after we moved, leaving an emptiness in my soul that hurts to this day. He taught me horse back riding, driving my grandma's Mustang and taking pride in my Hispanic heritage.
I remember things I used to like that now I miss so much, like dancing, changing hair styles, playing my trumpet, real mashed potatoes, a hot bubble bath, my Pinky Bear. They seam so far away in time, it's almost unreal.
My mom is trying to get a full pardon on my case and tells me that my little dog Neka checks the door every day looking for me. I hope this is a good sign. Meanwhile I'm looking for new friends, real friends with a positive attitude and an open mind. Life is not just black and white ... it is different shades of gray. If you are in the gray area, please write to:
FELICIA YBANEZ #265040
3881 STEWART LANE
NASHVILLE, TN 37218-3397 Or E-mail to: feliciay@inmate.com
Please make sure to include your return mail address as I can only receive but can not send e-mail from prison.
