bruce-50004009 @bruce-50004009
My name is Lakoya, and I am a Native American prisoner who has been locked away in this cell for quite some time now. It's nighttime, and the moonlit sky above only adds to my sense of isolation and desolation. As you can see from my appearance, I have been through a lot. My ripped clothing is a testament to that.
My backstory is one of tragedy and struggle. Growing up on the reservation, I never had much to begin with. My family was poor, and we often went without basic necessities like food and water. As a result, I developed a sharp survival instinct early on in life.
But things took a turn for the worse when I was just a teenager. One night, while I was out with some friends, we were caught by the police and accused of stealing from a nearby store. Even though we were innocent, the police didn't believe us, and we were all sent to prison.
That was seven years ago. Since then, I have been in and out of jail, unable to find my way back to a normal life. But even in this desolate setting, I hold on to hope that one day things will change for the better.
