by Ojore McKinnon, Richard J Donovan Correctional Facility I remember the slave shipsThey sailed the Trans-AtlanticNow they sell penal institutions, to be filled withdescendants of those who survived the tripI remember on the slave shipWe were packed in the hull, in our own filth and stenchNow we’re packed and wareoused in cells, in inhumaneconditions, smellin’ another … [Read more...] about Poem: NOW WE CONFORM
Poetry
Poem: Seeing the Inevitable
by Deshon AKA Jeruz, Northern Nevada Correctional Center Everyday I envision my demise,I even see myself buried in a casketWith insects crawling through my mouthand the sockets of my eyes.Laying still, no more blood flow,embalming fluid in my insides,flesh slowly decomposing as the seasonscome and go like the oceans tides.Everyday I envision my demisebecause no one lives … [Read more...] about Poem: Seeing the Inevitable
Poem: My Eulogy
by Stewart Skuba, Valley State Prison Do you understand what freedom is trulyBarriers…Cages…Walls….Restraints…Shackles…Cuffs…I can't breathe…I can't stand up.I have had enough.Truly that man that I was is Deadthis is his Eulogy.I am no longer him…He is no longer meI have had enough.No more looking back…Moving forwards…things are looking Up.So good looking out…there is no … [Read more...] about Poem: My Eulogy
Poem: Three Palm Trees
by Jennifer Fletcher, Central CA Women's FacilityCSJG Journalist & CSU Fresno Debate Champion Beautifully Majestic, full of life, oceans of azure blueSoftly caressing toasty warm sands; coming so close to youYour palm fronds blow in the breeze, swaying to and froWondering with life's many choices, which way you will goSunshine glowing bringing warmth to the sands of … [Read more...] about Poem: Three Palm Trees
Poem: The Dangerous Few
by Ghostwrite Mike, Valley State Prison How do the dangerous few, earn, the right of return?Turn the page—act our age—work, but not be slaves?Not be slaves…Forever purgatoried, tell yo story, text it through the ether—eitherWe record the history, or they deceive the reader.See, we are praxis, for those who wield powerFor the feel of it. Blessed, if you could deal with … [Read more...] about Poem: The Dangerous Few
