People judge people, it is human nature. However, what happens when you are judged as a criminal by fifteen of your so-called ‘peers’ and convicted of a crime you didn’t commit? Even more so, what happens when you are sent to prison for something you didn’t do? How does it feel, impact your life, and how can you process this? I wrote this poem whilst serving a sentence in prison, for a horrendous crime, that I did not commit. I have since cleared my name and started a podcast to bring awareness of the inconvenient truth of the prevalence of false accusations, and wrongfully convicted men and women. The Innocent Inmate is how I see myself, and want others to think of me, instead of pre-judging myself or others, because of the #MeToo movement, or ‘Believe the accuser’ attitude which is rife. The false accusers are undermining real victims’ experiences, and are creating horrific problems. I may never get the time back I served in prison, but I sure as hell can do what I can with the time I have left to try to help others who find themselves in a similar situation.