Apparently, she thinks like Riff in West Side Story: "Hey, I'm depraved on account I'm deprived!"
Dear kindly Sergeant Krupke,
You gotta understand,
It's just our bringin' up-ke
That gets us out of hand.
Our mothers all are junkies,
Our fathers all are drunks.
Golly Moses, naturally we're punks!
Okay, fine... but wait: prison is like slavery? Huh?? Really???
Well... life for AOC is just a dream these days; call it Upper West Side Story... a magical place where like-minded wealthy elitists live far above the noise and traffic and crime, never mix with the lower classes, and prefer their Starbucks coffee.... decarcerated.