We did not go out or have contact with anyone. Visits and transfers were suspended. So how did the virus come to be within these grounds?
When my time is done, when the sentence of “life in prison” has come to term, will anything good be said about me?
Unofficially, I had the longest hair in the entire institution. It’s almost funny how now people have to take a second glance before they realize, “Ohhhh, you cut your dreads? I didn’t recognize you.”
Is time the essence of life? Or is life the essence of time?
How much longer must I wander about without a sense of direction from reflections of a distorted reality society deems one like me is so unfit to be a part of?
On barefoot beaches, silenced souls reaching…
Dangling toes wet of waves, with life
I knelt right down beside him, to help him with his strife. He said, “I’m just a little kid, but he’s been missing all my life.”
We face forward yet stand backward against ourselves blindly in the breeze that bleeds self-hatred, racism, and human bigotry; perpetual indignity that steals one’s self-respect.
Can society see me, embrace me, for a chance possibility while being a model inmate on the one hand, yet a man they can’t stand because here I am in the midst of this never-ending always changing stream of internal rules that are not laws that hold as much weight as public policy?
Why must we be so quick to raise a hand yet set blame on the same game of intense pain or misplaced disgrace when upon the errors of others we erased the values our elders once set in place?