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Lessons in Courage and Fear
By TH
This poem was written in response to a writing prompt from the Pongo Poetry Project.
In my life I have known courage–in facing against all odds
Nowadays courage is felt, but seldom seen
I’ve learned courage from trial and error
What courage tells me is you never know how much you have until you need it
Usually I listen to what my heart tells me
I wish more people would show courage against all injustices
Isolation
By AW
Isolation is not good for no one
Isolation is the killer of affection
One against another grows out of
a detachment born of a separation
born from misunderstanding.
Isolation kills our humanity when
imposed as a weapon to punish
to negate, to debase one’s
Humanity.
Like when the rebel yells
toward onward to freedom
and
The slave screams “No” in
the soft and low voice of
one who will no longer be a
good slave to no one
breathing or dead.
So, no to Isolation’s
whip, lashes of mental torture
Emotional Bondage and Mental Chains
Isolation
Is
Death
Free Mumia and all who does not fear
Freedom.
This Pain
By RP
“This Pain”
It’s hard to bear.
So sometimes I wish,
Nobody would care.
Then I could be free,
To give into my deep felt despair.
But, power grows with numbers.
Power from love continues,
To pull me away From sleepy,
Depressive slumbers.
Strengthening my back
To fight for strength to evolve
Around n around Mother Earth,
How this life has found inner resolve
From ignorance’s self fulfilling perceptions
Evolving from my deepest conscious
Self reflections.
Creations of why second guessing
Questions.
Every moving with This Pain
Attempting to locate
Each twisting turn’s
Blessing!
Is This Home?
By JW
Is this prison,
or is this a cage?
Is this anger,
or is this rage?
Is this patience,
or is this delay?
Is this complaining,
or is this pray?
Is this rehabilitation,
or is this captivity?
Is this freedom,
or is this slavery?
Is this order,
or is this a mess?
Is this mental health,
or is this stress?
Is this yearning,
or is this a groan?
Is this temporary?
Or is this home?
What I Want
By TH
I want to be free as a bird in the sky.
I want to become a published author
and pass on a book of advice to my daughter.
I want to be loved and give love
to someone becoming worthy of being called my wife.
I want the federal system to fully acknowledge youthful offenders
incarcerated for offenses committed before their 25th birthday,
just like the IRAA and The Second Look Act already do in D.C.*
I want to travel to Mecca to make Hajj
I want to eat pizza in Rome
I want to drive up the Calfornia coastline in a convertible
I want to speak to the youth to tell them it’s a better way to earn a living
I want to start a non-profit for kids with incarcerated parents.
Last but not least I want to give back more than I take from the world.
*The Incarceration Reduction Amendment Act (IRAA) and the Second Look Amendment Act are DC laws that state that individuals incarcerated for crimes committed when they were under 25 can petition the court for resentencing after 15 years of incarceration
Though I Am Long Dead
By AW
I shall not cry
or be ashamed
of my past
of my failures
of my hurt
nor of my
pain.
I shall smile
Fly and soar
above the scorn
and rejection.
I shall never
die as in these
poems of mine,
like a lover’s
kiss, for a
thousand years
my words shall
reach millions
of ears, hearts, and minds
though I am
long dead.
Freedom
By JS
Freedom is the most beautiful thing
I took for granted,
She was once in my life but then she vanished.
I ended in a cell cold and lonely,
I felt stranded,
feeling like what happened?
Yearning for her return – Please come back.
like a wheel without air – I felt flat.
Seconds and minutes without her touch,
days and weeks and still no luck.
Month after month – they turn to years.
I called your name but you ain’t hear,
how you pop up on me so close and near
I swear it’s scary and I’m hard to fear.
Your light so bright – like a chandelier.
No longer dark – I see your sparks.
Take you for granted – never again,
they want you again –
they gone need more than chains.
Silenced
By DJ
When I am silenced I feel dead.
To me, the silenced becomes a bad habit.
When you see me, you witness bravery.
When you hear me, you witness power.
To hear me is to have an understanding of oneself.
To see me is to see the power of understanding right in front of you.
Liberate or Revolt
By MM
Intuitive soul, this kind of gift is heaven sent,
Blessed by the Creator of all that exist.
This gift is heaven sent!
This intuitive soul
used to recognize their evil plots and plans by distant miles.
Our hearts pulsating beats,
sounds off like a tribal drum beat.
The revolution will not be televised!
Liberating the Palestinian,
From the River to the Sea.
Yeah I said it
Liberate Palestine from the River to the Sea.
No, you cannot go on keep on suppressing
the humble man’s opinion.
Warring the streets until the whole world is free
from oppression, suppression,
from every River to every Sea.
1820, like the Mayflower that liberated free slaves
from the Americas to Liberia.
Ancestors
By CD
You’ve sweat, bled, and worked diligently
To provide and survive.
You’ve fought endlessly for equal rights,
love, respect and what defines moral standards.
You sung songs, wrote words of wisdom,
poetry, gave stories and taught us well.
l love the history you gave us.
I love the food you shared.
I love you entirely,
Ancestors!
I live through you in every measure,
And will commence to define your greatness.
As blank paper awaits to be filled for the next,
Ancestors!
Resilient Butterfly
By AJ
A beauteous resilient butterfly
Swims the vast boisterous sea
Lonely but determined to acquire its destiny.
It’s dark and the water is frigid cold.
Dangerous ravenous sharks with
Keen serrated teeth swim the sea.
Wind is turbulent.
The forceful ocean tosses violently.
It’s a long stretch way from
its yearning journey.
Delicate and refined are the wings
but the resilient butterfly keeps stroking.
They’re vigorous for the extensive and treacherous expedition.
In the middle of the sea
exhaustion began to effect the tiny butterfly.
Doubt invades the mind.
It began to struggle with the stroking, but swam gradually
The daring resilient butterfly halts
from exhaustion and uncertainty.
In the middle of the vast sea
At the distance a mass of multitude
of butterflies swim the sea to conjoin
the fatigued lone butterfly.
All the vivid butterflies swim
dauntless together in the vast
turbulent sea to arrive to their
lustrous destiny.
Waiting
By DA
I’m waiting for a decision from the judge,
which could come any day,
I feel like it’s been longer than 31 and a half years,
More like forever and a day.
But my lawyer tells me my time is near,
But I wonder if she’s being real or just faking?
I wish my time would come on then,
Because damn, I’m tired of waiting.
It seems I’ve been waiting all my life,
Let’s get these wheels in motion,
It’s like waiting for a ship to sail,
Even though it’s not in the ocean.
But I can tell my time is coming,
I can feel it in my bones,
I just got to wait a little longer,
Because by patiently waiting I’ll make it home.
So I wait.