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I miss me, I miss my smile — it’s there but buried in the pain. I’m caged in a place of rage and shame. Just to survive you have to live life like you are on a Broadway stage — no cameras, just lights and action, an actor playing a part of a criminal, yes, subliminal, but critical to see another day on this stage of life and death.

Yeah, I miss me — the happy go lucky me — loving everyone, but my prison stage is filled with obstacles and articles of jail props – mad and sad faces, guards that may or may not be racist. Some days I wonder — is this a comedy or just drama? Rap music is the soundtrack in my head. Hip-opera.

I should get an Oscar for the way I play dead — like Tom Cruise in “Mission Impossible,” the spy hiding his true feelings. So many masks to wear, I’m afraid of becoming schizophrenic.

Oh! I remember me — loving, caring and daring to be different. If you were hurt, I would try to fix it. But my protagonist is a hypocritical system that keeps reminding me that I must play the part of the wicked.

Man, I miss me I know you are there, scared of being scared. I miss our arguments that turned into a game show of “Truth or Dare.” To be or not to be? What a lousy question, if not perplexing. I just miss being me.

It’s real life. No special effects. It’s just me striving to be the next hot sensation, so when I’m freed to the streets and free to be me, I will bow to my standing ovation.

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Marcus "Wali" Henderson

Marcus "Wali" Henderson is an editorial associate for the Prison Journalism Project and the editor-in-chief of San Quentin News. Marcus has said he never thought he would find more to his life than just doing time. The day he arrived at San Quentin State Prison, his old cellmate asked him to help cover a baseball game in which the prisoners were playing a team from outside. When the cellmate told Marcus to interview these people, his mouth dried up, and he realized he hadn't talked with anybody besides prisoners and guards for more than 15 years. That was his introduction as a reporter.