Tryin’ to open my door from in my cell No visits, no commissary in livin in hell. While the walls are closing in on me On lock in 17 cell…

It’s no other feeling that compares, To being able to triumph To win, while you’re used to losing To relax, when you’re used to doing. Being able to stand up…

This week, we tried something new in Book Club- we used a work of visual art as a writing prompt! Our friend Ellen Stedtefeld used to teach art in the…

Name has been changed by us for privacy. Momma said it would be better days, The sun would replace the shade, And we would no longer be treated like slaves.…

The first picture looks as if someone has no freedom. Also this picture reminds me of myself, I feel like my freedom is being taken away.