identity
Trying to make it through
And get to the finish line
I feel like I’m going to pass out
But I continue and keep striving
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
My mind is powerful, that’s why I use it,
My body is a vault, that’s why I protect it,
My dreads are strength, that’s why I nurture them
My eyes are movies, they tell a story
My hands are tools, that’s why I write.
I sit in a six-sided box, 259 cinder blocks encased to hold me physically captured.
In my isolation, my 2 windows offer 2 different views.
1 for the inside and the cells don’t change, only the occupants face.
And 1 for the outside where the scene doesn’t change, only seasons, night and day.