A long hallway entering the prison, sealing your fate. A new life to live, finding your place. Some people choose gangs, but that isn’t for me. I came here alone, I’m going to stand on my own feet. I try to stay positive, doing something constructive. Don’t focus on negative, causing self-destruction. Most people use drugs for numbing the pain. Not realizing the problems they’re going to gain.
It’s all smiles going on visits with bliss. It’s all frowns coming back, from family missed. It’s hard to see loved ones and then go back to a cell. They don’t let you see it, but you know for them it is hell. We’re not the only ones that are doing the time. We don’t ever think of that, when we’re doing the crime.
They speak of reform, but it’s just a racket. I see shutting down schools, investing in prisons, modern $1.00 a day slavery. Shouldn’t it be a conflict of interest when the State makes money off of the prison they’d want to fill them? Say for example, the State makes some shirts (in prison), they use the cheapest material and of course the labor. Now they have product, they paid next to nothing to make. They say that we need it (inmates) and charge a huge mark-up to the State (budget).
That’s like some insider trading with supply and demand except that they already know what they’ll need in advance. Tax dollars line the pockets of Uncle Sam.
If you’re going to judge me, I don’t want to know you at all. How are you going to judge me, like you don’t have a flaw? I know I might be on the wrong side of this wall, but I took full responsibility for my actions, chin up and stood tall. There’s nowhere to go but up, when it’s rock bottom, you fall. I had goals in life, but I procrastinated and stalled. Nowadays, I’m getting my priorities in order, big to the small.
I did need a vacation, though that isn’t what this seems. As bad this situation is, I still find the sun to beam. God has put me here for a reason and to this I’m not green. No weed or drinking anymore, fully sober and I’m clean. I can’t wait to put this all behind me, like my wallet in the back pocket of some jeans. When it comes to writing back, I’m not selling lonesome dreams.
I wouldn’t expect you, not to have a man in your life. Someone to make you feel safe when you lay down at night. You could have him and still keep it tight (ha ha). I would only hope that he’d treat you right. I’m filling voids, if you need me just write. I might be in a cage but trust I won’t bite. I’ve accepted this fate, I’ll be alright.
Really, all I have to offer is some empathy on paper. For me to steal a heart, would be an unlikely caper. People need touch, it’s one of the five senses. It’s due justice I’m here, behind prison fences. My advice is live life, it can change in a second. I’m not going anywhere for a couple of years. Through this ordeal, I haven’t shed any tears.