incarceration
Being 38 years in a system of corruption, chaos, and confusions,
Sometimes put me in a state of delirium and sheer delusions.
Can’t believe in some of the crazy stuff I’ve seen behind these prison walls,
Reality sets in with the calm moments of the watch’n
the homies on the handball courts hitt’n balls.
The walls extend for what seems an eternity,
yet there’s a claustrophobic aura to this place.
Cold and dark
You hear wails and screams all around
Voices that you can’t identify
But they are here
No need to tell me
that I am free
As still I sit here
In these chains
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…
Is this prison,
or is this a cage?
Is this anger,
or is this rage?