Incarcerated

Brick walls, fences, and razor wire criss-crossed in a bind Feelings overlooked ‘cause remorse is the punishment of crime No warmth lives here but the wind that chilled Where it’s…

As I sit back And operate this pen In my mind I feel like I’m a pen fiend Sick with words Sick with the pen Whoa! Just had a brain…

I was born into a world where the only language men understand is violence and you have to be trained to go at the drop of a hat. Displaying physical…