Not Forgotten

By TTB

I am just an afterthought
To a world that is constantly moving
But then…
I am a wish to those who remember
And miss me

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

By RBS

I’m locked in this cell,
I can’t stop pacin’.
A prisoner of my own thoughts,
That’s why my head keeps achin’.
My nerves real bad,
I sit down,
But can’t stop shakin’.
I’m turning bitter and cold,
Trying not to lose my patience.
My heart beats,
but holds no love,
It’s always breakin’.
‘Cause the ones who s’pose to keep it real,
Always wind up fakin’.
I thought I had a good girl,
A dime worth chasin’,
I ain’t heard from her in a while,
Was I blind, mistaken
Look at all the strong people that this times be breakin’.
Are the stiff sentences for the crimes,
Or are these swines just hatin’?
Love ones at a crossroad in their hearts,
Minds contemplatin,
If we’re still that everything they need,
Or can they find replacements,
So many good men forgot about,
Left behind, forsaken
‘Cause their folks’ decision was that more division was the right equation
Now I find myself staring at the fears they all once were faced with,
Prayin’ God please give my folks a sign,
That I’m still worth the wait

Trapped

By AD

Trapped in this cage,
Am I justified to feel rage?
or should I use this experience as fuel to ignite a blaze,
a scorching inferno burning, turning all the hate to ashes,
where justice applies to all, not just those in the lower classes,
But is it really Justice, where the symbol they use is blind?
The endless cycle of poverty,
Consumerism used as a tool to enslave my mind.
Poverty, just like robbery, it should be labeled as a crime.
Resources stripped from our communities, it strengthens yours,
while it weakens mine. Now you wonder why I’m mad.
Violent tendencies to express my anger, those who should protect me.
I run because in them I sense danger.
I’m still trapped in this cage, but no, it’s not of the physical kind.
It’s your multifaceted master plan – tools you use to enslave my mind.

New Home

By PA

I finally made it here, as sweat fills my hands.
There’re cuffs on my wrist, ankle & a chain wrapped around
my belly, man.

I look around on the bus, as it pulls through the steel gate.
Most of the guys are anxious & just can’t seem to wait.

Me, I wish the bus would sit right here & never enter,
I began also to think to myself, why did I pull that trigger?

Well it’s too late to think of the past—My only…
choice is to live here & survive like a man.

Whatever that is, I really don’t know.
I’ve heard so many stories on how things could go.

I’m in a bad position as it all sinks in.
But, maybe I can turn this negative into a positive.

I’m 19 with 10 years, here to grow.
If I practice on bad behaviors, it will only make things go slow.

As I stepped off the bus in this, new world of life,
I need to make a decision to carry books or a knife?

They process me in, after they remove all the iron
And my body feels so drained, weary, and tired

Each man got towel, blanket, sheets, and a mattress as well.
And was taken to our New Homes which now was a prison cell.

As I entered my unit I became very aware, for
it seemed every pair of eyes turned to me and stared.

#127 was my cell number, I stepped inside
to make up my bed, for my first night here of slumber.

I laid in bed to free my mind for this mental fight,
which I knew would last the next 10 years of my life.

Incarceration

By DJ

Could have, would have, should have been on the streets, on my feet
Looking out my cell window like damn, I’m so far from a street
Staring at the wall like this isn’t where I should be
In the visitation room just looking at my beautiful niece
When I call home just talking and thinking like that’s where I should be
When they call my name at mail call, you should see the smile on my face, just the happiest as I could be
Under the jail if I die in prison I know that is where they’ll bury me
When pencil meets paper, my hand lets out the real me
When I read, I travel to every place but Southeast