About the Poetry Blog

The poets featured on this page are currently incarcerated, and many of them are in federal prisons far from home. Your feedback is a valuable source of motivation and connection to the outside community. These messages will be passed on directly to the author. Comments may not appear immediately on the site, as our team processes them to mail to the poets.

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If I Knew Then…

By DJ

If I knew then what I know now, I wouldn’t have been involved in a life of crime. The fast money I made when I was a teen wound up being very, very slow money at the end, because the wages you make in jail are slave wages.   (more…)

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It’s Never Too Late

By AF

It’s never too late change.
It’s never too late to finish school.
It’s never too late to turn your back.
It’s never too late to achieve.
It’s never too late to fight.

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Words of Inspiration

By IS

Listen to my words of inspiration
For we are living in a world of discrimination
Inside these times of temptation
While on a path to separation

We judge each other according to looks, finances, and beliefs
Looking down upon one another
Forgetting that we are all unique  (more…)

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Living a Good Life

By DJ

Living a good life
Dat’s what I deserve

I’m breaking my bad life
Cycle to get out of the hood

It’s never too late to
Change

People acting like something they really not

That’s why people don’t think
Before they act

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The Computer

By DH

I was given this computer when I was born
And I think it’s crashed
This computer contained
Everything about my past
I turned it off then tuned it on
And still getting a blank screen
There’s no internet on this computer
Just the things I’ve seen   (more…)

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A Mind of My Own

By MC and DJ

I’m walkin’ down this road lost and alone
But 1 day I know Ima be a king with a throne
Miles and miles later I’ll find my way home
As I walk down this road I realized this road is long
I’m tired of being a puppet, I have a mind of my own
I want to shine bright as a star
I want a big house and a fast car  (more…)

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My Love

By IS

The reason I laugh
The reason I cry
The reason I live
My will to survive

The reason I lie
The reason I trust
The reason I crave
This feeling of lust

For better or for worst
For sick or for Poor
A sensational feeling
I cannot ignore  (more…)

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As an intern who has heard extensive positive feedback about Free Minds’ various initiatives but has never actually seen any of them in action, I was very excited to attend an On the Same Page session this summer, along with a group of about 25 high school students from North Carolina. “On the Same Page” is the name given to our youth violence prevention program, and is held for middle school, high school, or college students, as well as community groups. Free Minds members who are now at home facilitate each session, by reading and leading discussions on poetry from our exciting literary journal and sharing their personal stories.

In true Free Minds fashion, the first activity the students of this particular On the Same Page session engaged in was a writing exercise. They wrote short poems about who they are and where they come from, with the assistance of fill-in-the-blank pieces of text. Although they seemed to be excited to write, when they were next asked to share these poems, many of them were reluctant and understandably a bit nervous to read these personal pieces aloud.

Yet this hesitant environment completely vanished once the Free Minds members started talking. At this event, we were fortunate enough to have four members with us: Poet Ambassadors Charlie, Eddie, and Delonte, and our very own Lead Outreach Facilitator, Alisha. Each of them discussed their stories in a very raw, honest way that grabbed and held the students’ collective attention: their childhood, what their home lives were like, their experiences of the adult prison system as juveniles, their past and present relationships to their families and friends. These stories were all different, but what was perhaps even more striking were their similarities: namely, that they all cited reading and writing as being therapeutic, transformative tools that have helped to anchor them, and that because of this, they have a strong desire to be a positive presence and pass on good values to their children.

Eddie OTSP

 

Alisha, for e

My City, Our City

By AC

My city, my city
Not my city, but our city has become theirs
Can’t figure out why the rich can’t share
My city
Our city has become full
Torn between the two
Wealthy n’ poor
My city, our city, when will it change
Been saving pennies since I was wearing pennies
Waiting on a list that stays the same  (more…)

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No Life to Live

By DJ

I walk around feeling lifeless,
Feeling like I have no life to live
Talk out my neck and see out my ears
The road ahead is a blur
So I can’t find my way
I feel so busy without the time of day
I walk on fire and sleep in snow
I’m living fast but moving slow
My heart and mind is full of rainy days
And blocked paths (more…)

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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 (more…)

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Wish I Could Bring You Back

By RW

We started out small
Them small things turned into big things
I reflect off the times we used to be lunchin’ on the block
Getting money, stacking dead faces to the top
We used to hit the mall and just shop
Birds is in the sky, you could put on anything and still be fly

I don’t even club, but I would go to watch your back
That’s the only reason I used to go
I still remember your quote: “One thing about that these n****s knows”
It’s like we was riding around plotting and going to see females yesterday (more…)

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