Inmate Poetry

In my mind there's a boy who exists in chains,
Inside a cold dark room of painful solitude is where he will remain,
Behind these walls the sorrow is inevitable as relentless as the passage of time,
Mentalities corrupt and dark, Brainwashed and hopelessly blind,
Prisons are packed with crowded spaces, Lifers and Guards with Hollow faces,
Shackled hearts afraid of changes and weakened wills become complacent,
Yet I maintained with patience,
Time can limit but not shatter my will,

We live institutionalized: Freedom is a figment of the image-nation. What once was faith is conformed to a diluted egotistical illusion and we smile a fake smile. A facade of reality and I seethe in the depths of the darkness that surrounds me. Day-in and Day-out, you are my super hero, a bling child with a cape to fight the seething flames no one else will contain, but I let you feed into this ill-usion of something you're really not, it's a ploy to keep you confused in seeing you're the one being used.

These bars is for the white man,

besides taking knees and making fists, what would you recommend,

cuz if I make a fist its coming across your f***in chin,

Injustices committed daily, so when is it enough?

As a black man I'm made from the strongest stuff,

Can I ask you a question, Like what does colored mean?

If I'm originally black isn't there something wrong with your color scheme?

By websters definition, the hue's been altered or changed,

but since the beginning of existence, I've remained the same,

In a cell of steel, where shadows dance,
Lives Jesse, captive in fate's cruel trance.
With charm as keys, unlocking mirth,
Incarcerated, yet the jester of worth.

Through iron bars, a spirit unbound,
In humor's realm, true joy is found.
Jesse's wit, a poetic refrain,
Echoes laughter through each corridor's chain.

Behind those walls, where sorrows dwell,
Jesse's humor, a magic spell.
A tale of resilience, sung with glee,
In verses of hope, wild and free.

Roads have been traveled with twists and turns,

And a being has been etched from all that I have learned.

Some days have brought laughter, some days have brought tears,

Moments of courage came forth in my times of fear.

Gifts

Exhaustion, frustration you may feel, but neva fold, neva weak-

With a backbone of steel, women of your caliber, help you neva seek-

Forever young and beautiful, stand proud of being unique-

Even when days are hard and bleak- you laugh and smile-

This can’t be real, I thought to myself after seeing my older brother who died nearly ten years ado. My dream started to fade, as I gave him the strongest hug I could muster. “Are you serious?” he asked, perplexed. I am, I answered as a tear rolled down my cheek. Awaken to a wet spot on my pillow, realizing that was the first time I ever hugged my brother. I’m lonely, but for the omnipresence of The Creator, Orisha, my Ancestors- I’m never all alone.

Engulfed by chaos, light is my mind-set inspiring and touching souls

A light glows- from death row my spirit grows- daring to envision and accomplish goals-

This is blessed

I want to take this time and establish a relationship, I'm willing to invest my time to creat a bond with a worth of value to our creation, one thing I can say its easy to create something but to make it last is the time that counts, we have the Will & Time?I hope ill hear from you soon make sure you put an address and return.

I want to drown myself in alcohol to numb the pain.

I want to breathe the smoke of weed as if it was air

To snap to of this depressive mood I am in and

Return back to my happy-go-lucky self.

Life between bars is a miserable place, 

But if you know where to look, you can find a little grace.

So much pain, so many tears, it comes with the turf, 

Passed down through the years, my loneliness swirls like a whirlwind of surf.

We all only have
This one life to live
To share with the world
The gifts that He gives

Each of us has them
Ever since we were kids
Forget about the past
And the things that we did

You're forever forgiven
From this moment forward
Forget your regret
And always move toward

Your goals and your dreams
As hard as it seems
It becomes a lot easier
When He's on your team

I ask him to bless
My pen when I write
And guide me through darkness
And into the light

"The Need"

I have fully analyze, examined and explored the self in I and I!

Who rely on an esteem that manifest from the core of her essence. Her essence!

Is the reflection of my deepest needs. My needs are her security It’s what defined her.

TRANSCEND

The sun graces the earth with its presences and the birds began to chirp. Morning dew slowly drips from the blades of grass, it brings another day while leaving the prior in the past. Giving us another chance, to build connections, friendships or even romance.

By; K'Meene Hubbard #511-276

Projection

Last night I made a vigorous attempt to throw a mustard seed over
The barbwire fences holding me captive at this present moment, to
No avail might I add however, the concept of faith forged itself into
My thoughts. Did a rose actually will itself to grow through concrete? If so ,can love (the kind that sent from heaven) penetrate
Deep enough to pierced those hearts dwelling in here? Idk. It is
Said that love is kind and patient but happiness is fleeing and
Dependant, it can be likened to a fever that comes and goes

My American dream has a low threshold.

I don't need much because I won't allow myself to want more.

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of safety.

All men created unequally with the capacity to breathe.

These truths are not self-evident.

My American dream is the nightmare of the original victim.

I exist by way of shackles and bars.

I feel by way of scars that the world pretends don't bleed.

This is not my promised land.

This is my cage.

I was born a hostage.

Before my first page was turned, before I knew,

When they burn them bridges down, they gonna ask for a boat 

'Cause there's no limits to the greediness, no dedication to oath

900, some might turn into a pig because they see you becoming a goat

But I already knew the deal before I picked up the cards

LOVE 

Love is not natural

Not like anything else we know

cattle die, kindred die, every man is mortal. but the good name, never dies, of one who has done well. cattle die, kindred die, every man is mortal. but i know one thing, that never dies, the glory of a great deed. the man who stands, at a strange threshold, should be cautious, before he cross it. glance this way and that, who knows beforehand, what foes may sit, awaiting in the hall. better gear, than good sense. a traveler cannot carry, a more tedious burden, than too much drink, a traveler cannot carry. the tactful guest, will take his leave, early, not linger long.

Come find me where the road ends. Underneath the common sky. Surrounded by numbers living lost in time. Where the clocks freeze behind steel doors, and locks click closed. Confined unwanted homes crowding. Come find me in my thoughts. Watching highlights of life replay, to an audience of smiles and tears. Forgetful years skip memory like stones across ponds. Holding hopes of not sinking before reaching the other side. See the sorrow of regret, Through the eyes looking back towards your soul. Cold yet warm in spirit. Enraged but calm in person. Come find me here.

Wrap my emotions in camo, like 90's "No Limit".
F*** 60 Seconds, Gone in less than a minute.
Turned my veins into corridors, Sobriety's Not Admitted.
Went To Jail, Went To Prison, Too Po' To Get Acquitted.
Not Sure Why Y'all Glorify It, Musta Neva lived it.
Once I'm past it...Never mentioned
No Glory, No clout, Just f***** good riddins.
I was locked up when Momma died, Too broken to Cry.
Far as tragedy goes, Done keeping Score
Shock factor played out, Just par for the course.
Sing, Sing, For Me baby...Let me hear ya pain

Not many words can be said to a tragic tale 

That struck many hearts that were formerly veiled 

To have the life of a man with a broken mind

Brings pain that becomes an irregular grind

Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave in well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting holy s*#t what a ride!

They say you shouldn't chase love

but what if love can't find you

Just seems to find me

I'm tired of her presence, a vessel so empty

The conversations, lacking the depths of situation

It's so easy to grasp the surface

Talking with no purpose

I think the real women took a trip

They left the earth for the weak

not to be confused with the meak

She stabbed my heart

I think the poison is driving me insane

because I almost liked the pain

my ex reminded me of my ex  that reminded me of my ex

By now I’m in prison
My Spanish chic in her feelings
She don’t want me, she serious
As real as a drug habit
I’ll be back to sun shining
Darkest hour and still smiling

Born dark, one star, the wolf willing to become Allies with the sheep if determined to eat.

YOU'RE APPRECIATED

Wishing for someone so special, someone who can relate to another's pain, another's sorrow, another's fears, another's tears. Another's needs to be far, far away from here. Someone special who can listen attentively without being judgmental of me. Someone who can reciprocate the love she's given. Someone I can call my special friend.