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This week, I discovered Orange is the New Black, the Netflix show. I was aware of it prior to this week, obviously, but didn't care much for the hype surrounding it. I'm like that with most popular things: ignore them until they go away. I decided to check out the first episode because my mum's friend compared me to Suzanne a.k.a Crazy Eyes which got me intrigued.

After the first episode, I was hooked. It was no longer about wanting to know who Crazy Eyes was - it was about the stories, the women, the kitchen drama! For a show about women in prison, it has some pretty hilarious parts. I stayed up until after midnight watching the season finale, sending my friend a live feed of my reactions via messaging. The cliffhanger was too much for me to handle and sent me into a spiral of obsession.

That obsession recently manifested itself in a poem, which my creative writing group of friends thought was about me before I explained it was from the perspective of the main character in Orange is the New Black.

Scared of Who I Am

Am I not myself locked behind these walls?

I had no need for hidden trades of contraband

To earn an apple that was fresh once,

When I was on the outside.

I did not use these crude blunt words

Or threaten others with my eyes;

Everything is different now and I do what I can to survive.

The worst would be if I were myself in here,

That *this* is who I am:

The girl with limp hair whose dull eyes invade my privacy

Each time I catch sight of a grim mirror.

This girl who could be me has stolen, fought, intimidated, broken hearts, used, tattled and more.

Who is she? Is she me?

Do I like her - and if I do, is that wrong?

Please get me out.