INMATE
By Drako Sullivan
Copyright 2018
Inspired to
Never quit!
Motivated to
Achieve my goals!
Thankful for all my
Emotional support!!!
I.N.M.A.T.E! I AM SOMEBODY!!
Photo by Oladimeji Odunsi on Unsplash
INMATE
By Drako Sullivan
Copyright 2018
Inspired to
Never quit!
Motivated to
Achieve my goals!
Thankful for all my
Emotional support!!!
I.N.M.A.T.E! I AM SOMEBODY!!
Photo by Oladimeji Odunsi on Unsplash
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By James Stevahn
Copyright 2018
Two-hundred thirty-nine,
That’s what the feds gave me.
Now I’m doin’ fed time
I gave a guilty plea.
My friends forgot my name,
Loved ones have moved on;
I guess we’re not the same;
I see no one to give me a pardon.
I’m now on my own,
Since I broke the law;
I feel so alone,
These feelings are raw.
My Bad Choices Sealed My Fate;
Now I pray for a Speedy Release Date……
My Worldwind
By Marcus Richardson
Copyright 2018
Created perfect flawed by human nature..
The conundrum is daunting-mutation is a great obstacle
we are so complacent…
don’t life mean to be more than yesterday’s state?
My Lord the more we fall into the traps of this nation the more we depreciate.
Saturated with avarice, bound in Hades with a contagious malice
built by some street terminology.
The unseen is not decipherable we are the narcotic to another’s
ideology
Decriminalizing self, I needed to become a solution. Deliberately and control my cyclone.
Our plateau is plausible, do know you don’t stand alone.
Prestige, intense, ambitions, to amalgamate the integrity of the intellectual insurgent.
Insomnia keeps me inquiring how to infiltrate that infamous brain it’s urgent.
Margin line erupting life’s not abnormal or normal. A Legend recited we’re ordinary people
tilted cranium, been fabricated to we all not equal.
Souljah bred, connection deep raining slum villages ghetto street.
Comprehending undulating un-doubtly providence remains deep.
Tossed to and fro-despised, polluted soul chant obscenities, hopefully to weaken out knees,
helping palms seems to be reaching, magnificent radiant spirit in Alicia Keys
Though I’m a dash of Positivity and negativity veined filled eyes and million and one whys
I still impeccable imprints Jill Scotts dimples carries me through these outcrys…….
MY WORLD WIND
Count Your Blessings
By: Maurice Clifton Sr.
Copyright 2018
Count your Blessings that we were saved from the streets,
From behind these walls, Our Creator, we are blessed to meet.
This pause in life, gives us the opportunity to look within ourselves,
And to count all of our blessings and realize that we have many more left.
Blessings come in many disguises, and we should be thankful for each of them,
They are among the many treasures that we should treat as precious gems.
For prison is not the end, of our life’s sojourn,
It’s GOD’s chosen destination, for us to be Spiritually Reborn!
Escaping Solipsistic thought, now realizing that there’s more,
Soliloquies often ask, “Have I been this way before?”
So be sure to Count Your Blessings, because we are both one in the same,
For you are only one mistake away, from wearing a number for a name!!
Click below to read from Doc…….
This is Me
By James Stevahn
Copyright 2018
One moment I’m cool
The next I’m hidden
Today there is no rule
Everything seems forbidden
Some days are good
Some days, are hell
My life is misunderstood
The blend sometimes is hard to tell
You’re not afflicted, so you don’t understand
My life is Rough
Even I sometimes can’t comprehend
It’s hard to stay tough
I have to take the good with the bad
The changes, the moods, Sometimes Happy’; Most times Sad.
A Man Like Me
By: Peter Medici
Copyright 2018
I don’t know when I began, about God’s Love and Master Plan.
Or filled with loneliness and rage, I’d spend my life inside a cage.
But when I look back, I clearly see, Jesus, looking straight at Me.
He knew my soul was chained and bound, I once was lost, but now I’m found!!
Those were the days, I used to say, when all I knew was drugs and crime, but there’s no peace when we don’t obey,
He was these all the time. I live my life inside a cell, and some may say I suffer well, the world to me I count as loss,
just to know Jesus and the Cross.
It’s for our sins He bled and died, and He’s felt every tear we cried,
Sometimes I ask, how this could be, that God would Love a Man Like Me.
Yes, there are those that think it’s strange,
that a Man Like Me could change, but that’s a fact they have to face because now I know God’s Love and Grace.
I was what I was, but I know one thing. I may die in prison, but death has no sting.
cause I’m going to Heaven, My Savior to see, only Jesus could save a Man Like Me.
Name: Maurice Clifton Sr. #28332077 DOB: June 24, 1965 Age: 53 Raised: Mound Bayou, Mississippi Tried: Northern District of Mississippi Will Live: Mound Bayou, Mississippi Charges: Trial ( 18 U.S.C. 1956(a)(1) (A) (i) Money Laundering – $2,500.00)(21 U.S.C. 841(a)(1) Aiding and Abetting the sale of 6.4 grams of Cocaine Base)…
Source: Maurice Clifton Sr. 33 years 4 months – CAN-DO Justice through Clemency