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My Twenty Fourth Blog

March 28, 2024

#MrWhacks

Ayo... Ayo what's poppin queen. No-doubt... No-doubt... I dedicate this playlist to the finest nurse in society. "You're beautiful" (I-Octane). Word up sweetheart I'm in like with you "Energy" (Teejay3K). Feel me, queen? You're a little piece and every man's "Dream Girl" (J.R. Prince). That's my word gorgeous. I love you vibe so "Pinky" (TuukaMullah). Yaaaa meeannnn. I'm stealing you for myself and be "All You N33d" (Sneakk). That's real shortie. I ain't never scared boo "Real Sh!t" (juice WRLD). I'm self-confident boss big Dawg "Young fly N***a" (YFN Lucci). Feeling me, baby girl> In my mind you are the most "Exotic" (Lil Migo). No-doubt pretty ma send yo digits wanna know your "Dreams, Fairy tales, fantasies" (A$AP Ferg). Yaaa meeeaannn, queen? Beware of fakes talking about me in the "Storm" (SKIT) (DMX). Word-up goddess. People in prison jealous trying to intercept my letters, working  hand in hand with Police Correctional Officers as "Snitches &Rats" (21 Savage). Yaaaa saaayyyiiinnn ma, these correctional officers are family members of the vitim on my case using those prisoners to spy as "Squalie" (Skit) (Juelz Santana). Word is bond goddess, watch out for these catfish snitching perpetrators. Contact the message service provided on my page and ask me for my social media. Yaaa meeaann bae, so no to catishes, snitches, histiles, on "Jail Visit" (interlude) Made. Feeling me boo. I'm out queen, peace.

First Blog

March 28, 2024

My opponent offered me to take twenty and went on to tell me, "if you choose to fight young man, we will push you to take the max." "There's always the chance I could win," I told myself. I thought hard about it like, "Damn, I'm at the peak of my life, everything's going good, I'm somebody important, and needed by many. Why just give them twenty like it's nothing?" My decision was made. They were going to have to beat me because I was not giving up anything without putting up a fight, and so, the fight was on.

I remember pulling my boxing gloves on and meeting with my trainer for the first time. We scheduled to meet from time to time to work on my technique and strategy. My Uncle Black made sure my trainer was with me from the very beginning, so I made it my business to get our money's worth. Remember I said I was at the peak of my life? Well, I wanted to hurry and get back to that life and continue to push for higher peaks. Besides, I can't front, I was thirsty to get back home to my girl, so I pushed for the earliest fight night possible.

The night finally came and as I made my way to the ring I took a look at the crowd and I was touched to see a few of my loved ones that had shown up to support me, standing off in my corner. I couldn't help but notice that several loved ones that I expected to be there, were nowhere to be found. Oh well, it was showtime! I stepped in the ring and it was evident in my opponent's eyes that there wasn't any mercy that would be given, since I had made the decision to fight. Ding ding the bell went, and the fight began. The beginning was a little tough but to me, my trainer exuded good experience and I had faith in his strategy. The twelve judges seemed to be very observant and alert as the fight went on. It should have been obvious that the referee showed favor with my opponent when he allowed them to get away with several disqualified techs. Ding ding, the bell went off to signify the end of round one.

The reality was that I had been arrested and charged with first-degree attempted murder. The state offered a plea deal for twenty years of my life. I chose to go to trial and fight. I lost trial and was convicted. The state, true to their word, asked the judge to give me forty-five years (the maximum). Take note that the victim in my case only endured a gunshot wound below his left knee. I ask you, was it worth taking twenty years of anyone's life? So just imagine the forty-five years the state was so adamant about! I remember it like it was yesterday when the judge sentenced me to twenty-seven years in prison, one of my loved ones screamed at the top of their lungs, "That's bullshit didn't anyone die!" My lawyer put my notice to appeal on file and ding ding, that was the end of the first round. The twelve jurors said I lost by a landslide. The fight was not over.

As the years went by, the rounds went by from segregation terms, the hardship the correctional officers or other prisoners caused, birthdays of my little ones, holidays, to loved ones passing away as well. With all that hit me and the times that I was knocked down, when I lost different stages of my appeal, I always got back up to fight. As the fight continued and round after round went by, I found myself looking over my shoulder into my corner and noticing people that I needed for motivation and support on my behalf, dwindled away. Very few stuck it through the entire fight, some never showed. There were loved ones that I would have put my life on, that would never have left my corner, that proved me wrong. A few came and went and came again as they pleased. There were times I'd look and see someone leaving my corner and I'd call out to them, "Please don't leave me right now." I would have accepted anyone in my corner because truthfully although the fight was mine, I was fighting to get back home to them. I could have given up on myself many times over, but I wouldn't for the sake of the ones in my corner. For those who never left my corner no matter how bad I got beat each round, even if in your minds you believed I'd ultimately lose the fight, and for those who stuck with me a few rounds but turned your backs eventually because you no longer could take supporting a fighter that lost round after round; know that the least respected is a quitter. Most of the best fights are the ones that are fought until the time is up. Everyone has some form of rounds going on in their lives! Whether your fight is in the ring, octagon, sports field, courtroom, school, hospital, relationship, etc. Different fighting styles, shorter or longer rounds, more or less on the line; it's all the same in a sense. We don't only fight for ourselves, so don't be a quitter. There will always be other fights that will come along, unless you're a quitter, and if that's the case, then what's the use of having anyone in your corner supporting you, believing in you, and having your back, when you won't even fight?

The fighter in this story faced a Goliath type of opponent, which was the Judicial system. We as fighters all face a Goliath type of opponent, where if we choose to take on such a fight, the odds are heavily against us. To sum things up, we all have to make the decision whether to fight or not. We'll have to try our best to see that we have a corner that consists of people that will never leave, win, lose, or draw and accept it for what it is. They will remain on standby to be there for you when the next fight's rounds begin. Some people may come and go, while others may come along in the middle of things by chance, and never leave because they've learned you're a good fighter. There are times that will come that although you are in the middle of your own fight, you'll be needed in someone else's corner at the same time. As long as there's a corner with people in it, you'll have a good fighter. To me, the corner is the most important entity in all of our lives. Lord have mercy on the fighter without anyone in their corner.

Written by: Rafael C. Kennedy

James Jones #3436061

March 26, 2024

Hope

I sit
Sad despondent alone
While a tear it forms
And slowly rolls
Down my cheek
To hit the floor

While the wind whispers words
Of never
Forever and ever
Is there more
From a lover's heart

To an icy death
Destined to drift
And be the last
So I ask
Where is the hope

Did it slip the box
Did it fly with the fear
And the rage and the pain
Or did she hide it

Never to be seen again
And if hope
Is all that's left
Then why do I feel so bereft
Of love
Of joy
Of life

Like someone's stabbing my heart
With a dull dull knife
So can I live without hope
Or must I wait
For someone to brave the box

That hides my soul
And I wonder
If hope escapes
Will I be ready
To face my fate
And love again

My First Blog

March 22, 2024


I’m not here to try and sell u a dream. I’m here to try and help build u one!

You can email me using the email carrier below and use my name and DOC number.

I'm 6’1", Aquarius, with a slender frame., Tattoo artist...Studying law...Hispanic + White.

My First Blog

March 18, 2024

PETITION FOR EDWARD COMBS TO BE PAROLED/OR RESENTANCED BY THE TRAIL JUDGE FROM MICHIGAN DEPT. OF CORRECTIONS

To Whom it May Concern,

If you believe in prison reform, criminal justice reform or simply just doing what's right please join us in the fight for freedom! By simply adding your name and general contact info (phone no. e-mail, social media handle etc.) to this petition you set may be the deciding factor in helping a man regain his freedom.

Mr. Combs' innocence or guilt is not up for debate but what is up for discussion is the fact that he has been incarcerated for the past 20 YEARS for "assault w/intent to murder" while most people who have committed actual MURDER have been known to serve less than 20 years, go figure.

In no shape or form are we trying to minimize this crime however, our objective is to highlight the fact that the criminal justice system has over sentenced another black man and then to add insult to injury the prison system (parole board) refuses to allow this man to live the remainder of his life as free man. The so-called justice system says "an offender must repay his debt to society". I'm of the mindset 20 YEARS worth of payments is more than enough to be considered paid in full.

Over the past 7300 days (20 years) Mr. Combs has lost both of his grandfathers, his younger brother, a cousin, an uncle and several friends. Even though he was incarcerated Mr. Combs (like many of us) contracted Covid 19, for which he received no treatment and was forced to "tough it out" due to the MDOC's less than adequate healthcare.

BACKGROUND INFO: Edward Combs has been incarcerated since 2001 for assault w/intent to murder, assault w/intent to rob while armed and weapons possession. For the crimes Mr. Combs was ultimately sentenced to LIFE "with" the possibility of parole and 28 years (which runs concurrent with the life sentence).

If you would like to know more about Mr. Combs, he welcomes all questions by contacting him via the email carrier listed on his page, or write to him direct. 

My First Blog

March 1, 2024

Woman

I do not care about your weight. Instead, I seek your heart...that's what I would rather have!

As far as your countenance, I much more appreciate your brilliance, so let's e-mail and write letters...

From today and forever.

My First Blog

March 1, 2024

SILENCE

Silence, they say is the voice of Complicity. But Silence is impossible. Silence screams, Silence is a message, just as doing nothing is an act. Lt who you are ringing out and resonate in every word and every deed.

Yes, become who you are. There is no sidestepping your own being or your own responsibility. What you do is who you are.You are your own message, you are the message, So let us love not only our sameness, but embrace our differences as well.

For our difference is our strength. Let us be not for ourselves alone but also for that other who is our deepest self. So never be silent if you believe in something.

My First Blog

February 24, 2024

Let's talk about being good parents behind the walls of a prison, etc., and long-distance relationships. I am open for discussion.

My First Blog

February 16, 2024

Hi everyone, I recently transferred and currently have no access to my tablet, so if I haven't been answering your messages, that is why. The best way to get ahold of me is through a letter. When I am able to respond to your messages, I will post a new blog.

Thank you for your understanding. I really hope to hear from you soon.

My First Blog

February 16, 2024

Freedom: A State of Mind

How often have we felt powerless over our circumstances? Often, someone feels trapped in an emotional prison, yet the door is wide open. In the cellar of their spirit, echoes of despair cry out for freedom, but the candle of hope merely flickers, enveloped in darkness, impeding the way out. I know this scenario too well. Physical abuse, abandonment, drug addiction, and anger contributed to my incarceration at 19 years old. My journey in life began when the evolution of sobriety, healing, remorse, and understanding began. I then learned what real freedom was. Today, I am more at peace than when I was in society. Here's how:

  1. I embrace life's troubles.
  2. I can choose contentment over discontentment.
  3. I notice the possibilities, seeing endless opportunities, instead of focusing on life's problems.

I challenge my readers to achieve a free state of mind by letting go of stress, burdens, and anger. Life is too short to waste on those abstractions. Each day has beauty; it's up to us to recognize that beauty and embrace it, to allow that flickering candle to guide a path out of our darkness through the doorway to contentment.

This simple concept is known as Cognitive Restructuring: Changing how we think. Won't you join me in exercising a free state of mind? I wish you many blessings.

Sincerely,

Jason