My failure, my regret is only a snapshot of the reality I live in. The odds are not in your favor, the ghettos of America doesn’t provide that.
Instead society now sanctimoniously rejoices in our incarceration, with a self-righteous “They deserve it” mantra. I tell the youth all the time, don’t let my picture be your failure, your regret. I wake up in the morning to the regret of my son being in a cell right above me.
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