First Poem
Is this how my life is supposed to end?
Alone and locked up in the pen, down on my luck and up against the wind
It seems like my confidence is slipping and setting in is depression and misery
I can’t blame nobody for this problem but me
Self-Control
I’ve heard it said, don’t go to bed
While hanging on to sorrow
You may not have the chance to laugh with those you love tomorrow
You may not mean the words you speak when anger takes its toll
Inner Reform
As we dine at the eatery
We chew on the meat
That is devoured by vegans
It’s the food we call beets
Dear Your Honor
Dear Your Honor
May I have a moment of your time
To open up your mind to see that I’m more than just my crime?
I would like you to take a few moments to see
That I’m decent and active in my community
Prevail
This persistent search for reciprocity…
I long for the opportunity to counter this plight
Respite is near if consistency resides
My prosperity relies upon this aspiration