Fertile Concrete

By GL

Lead and fire, erupted out of the stainless . . . steel weapon of humane destruction
Lead and fire has left a heart broken; a napkin soaked in; tears of grief
Which pours out of the crease of 2 eye sockets
Then rolls down the cheeks of a grieving soul
onto the surface of a sleeping man child
Who open his eyes, then show his grandma his dimples and gummy smile
Then he fills his lungs up with air, ball up his little hands, kick his legs
then allow the church to become acquainted with his presence

In a setting which is sad, the young lad, who never had
the luxury of knowing his dad – Grew up to be a college grad
Through correspondence – Through the walls of correctional institutions
Un-consciously volunteered in the destruction of his neighborhood
Because he only knew of no better options . . .
Grew up in a culture of crime
Where money is worshiped and tough guys drop dimes
The world tried to rob him out of his prime
But he primed his mind with knowledge
Now he obtain raw power
I believe that the concrete produced a rose
but all you probably see is a flower.

I’m Thankful

By B.

I’m thankful for the first time I felt pain
because I’ve learned that something in life
is not a game.
I thank God for the first time I experienced
the loss of a friend’s life
it taught me life is precious and if you don’t respect it,
it might be your last night.
I thank God for the time in lock-down for 23-1,*
because even in darkness
I was awakened by the morning sun.
I’m thankful that I’ve been separated from woman,
God’s most precious treasured molded in gold.
Their beauty is so incomprehensive
and complete, man’s soul.
I thank God for allowing my friends
to testify against me on the stand;
at that moment I knew he was all I had
and my faith should never be put in man.
Some day and night through Karma
the things you see in the dark comes to light.
So I’m thankful most for seeing things
not just black and white,
but in 360 degrees a complete circle of life.
Life is moment of impact that causes ripples in the sea
the things we go through is a reflection
And not our true destiny.
So don’t be weary of what you go through
in the valley of death
but be proud of the reflection
in the mirror of the man that’s left.

 

*23-1 refers to being in a cell for 23 hours a day, with only 1 hour outside.

The Unthinkable

By RN

Trapped in a place away from where I want to be
With feelings I deaded, resurrected back and haunting me
Pandora’s Box unlocked sat right in front of me
An empty space to fill it with whatever that I want it to be
How crazy it is it’s you and me I’ll rather see
Other than who’s close to your heart that who’s been wanting me
I feel guilty for these thoughts but the heart is the chooser
I feel wrong like when the help is becoming the user
The thoughts hurt in my head and it could be a tumor
The whispers you’re hearing out love is in fact not a rumor
It’s just some measures doesn’t always equate to the ruler
Damn, how far will I sink before I start to choke?
How many burdens must be removed for me to come afloat?
How will I even get you to see beyond the scope?
How bout we both just go for what’s certain and give up the hope?
Yeah, I think I like what is more than what isn’t
And that’s the feeling of your presence through these halls in prison
Without an option can you even make the best decision?
Without a problem will you even hear someone’s opinion?
Huh! I guess rhetorical it is the most
Guess it’s the memories I hear of you and not a ghost
I guess it’s all safe to say than keep it bottled closed
A tattoo of your name
I did the unthinkable

My Cell

By DH

It’s in my blood, the trait of the drug
Sickled wit love for a cause that causes y’all laws
To disease young souljas 
I’m trapped in this nightmare and praying for closure
But then I see nightfall 
Then my environment slowly breathes quiet 
And dark thoughts in my mind coldly creep quiet
I’m replaying the scenes that generations have seen
A past unshorn, while my father’s genes
Fit his boy like compression
Oppression of my bloodline before the Great Depression
My blood cells got invaded by their cancers 
Genetically I’m strapped though, like Baking Soda’s Arm & Hammer
This virus…which provokes mental breakdown 
But rules been that if you get down you stay down 
That’s why I got up with the sunrise 
And pretty soon I’ll be walking across the gun line 
The gun line boss…you tried to lock me in that cell for life
It’s in my blood and my cells gon’ fight 
The hell in my cell 

I Did It

By DH

I’ve spent most of my life going through a struggle
I’ve been at the bottom of the totem pole causing harm and affliction to others
I’ve been at the lowest part of the food chain
Starving to the point where my body had to eat from my muscles
I’ve been lied to and deceived, confused and misguided
I’ve been looked down upon and treated like I was nothing
My smile hurts so bad it feels like I’m not smiling at all
I haven’t cried in years and not too often do I complain
I just act nonchalant because if I don’t care I’ll feel no pain Read More