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This section includes poetry, songs and spoken word pieces depicting the realities, culture and emotions of incarcerated life.
Solitary confinement can
separate but never sever
the tethers that tie me
to my family’s memory.
I can say I’m afraid of many things, maybe too many to speak of today.
Mingle, laugh, talk and greet family, loved ones, good friends and family associates.
Then, at the right moment, everything gets serious.
Born into foster care never had a father figure
No brothers no sisters didn’t have a mother either
Locked in this cell each and every day
Been askin’ to leave but they makin’ me stay
“Relax, Mr. Cole, what’s the big hurry?”
