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Lost Then Found
By DJ
Lost
I lose myself so often many days my mind go blank
I feel like a person I’m not a lot
My soul is lost and my thoughts are tied in a knot
I’ve been lost since the day I was born and took my first breath
I’ve lost my mind, I’ve wasted time
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Words of Wisdom
By JG
If I knew then what I know now, the things of the material world wouldn’t have had so much allure over me. I would’ve understood and appreciated the value of education, because I would’ve known that true education is the means by which individuals cultivate themselves mentally, spiritually, emotionally, and physically. (more…)
My Passion
By IS
The passion I have for writing is a feeling of peace and tranquility
The desire to inspire myself ambitiously
A sense of freedom without actually being free
Unlocking my chains with this poetic key
Exceeding beyond this feeling of imprisonment
My mind directs these orchestrated sentences. (more…)
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…)
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…)
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
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…)
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…)
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…)
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.
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…)