Tears of an Inmate–2

Damn

What should I say

Other than I’m tired

Of being locked down

Every single day

I’m losing my mind

Cuz I’m running out of strategies

On how

To pull this time

Thought kidnapping

Was a crime

Shit, apparently not

Cuz the government get away with

The shit all the time

This shit crazy as hell

To this fucked up system

You call a government

I hope you

Burn in hell

What happened to

Treating us with dignity

Now you’re sheltering us

From our visits

With our families

Face to face

Are you kidding me

You don’t know

What it’s like

To be us

Locked down

In a pit

Looked over by

A bunch of assholes

We can’t trust for shit

The thought of this

Is killing me

I could go on

All day

Long story short

The system

Is an inmate’s

Worst enemy

I want to say this

Before I finish

What does it mean to be

Innocent until proven guilty?

-Ghost

Anger and Animosity: a poem

Jail shouldn’t be comfortable

We get that

But living and being treated

Like a savage

Not with that

Put yourselves

In our shoes

And let us

Be you

So you could really understand

The pain

We go through

The feelings of an inmate

Are hard to explain

I’m talking about built up

Mental, emotional and physical pain

And being locked behind

These doors

Could really drive you insane

For the way jail is run

We have the sheriff

To blame

With these crazy

Ass rules

And nasty ass food

Now video visitation

I mean really,

Who the fuck

ARE you?!

We don’t like visitation

From behind the glass

So my advice to

You, GTL, and our camera:

Go kiss an ass

I speak for the whole

Jail population

When I say

I’m against the shit

To the jail

And the sheriff’s department

We’re tired of

Your shit

Fuck the government

And all

I truly mean this

And I hope you get mad

By the time you’re done reading this.

-Ghost

‘Within Arm’s Reach of the Belly of the Beast’

Can’t Incarcerate Faith: a poem

Wrongfully locked up in a place so DARK most listen to the devil speak, still I fear NONE except the one who sacrificed his only son for me. Family, friends even lovers are easily disguised in those streets outside and without a sober mind it’s hard to truthfully see sometimes…UNTIL those cells doors close and you’re within arms reach of the belly of the beast, where time stands still, as you detox from life’s ills. Mentally and physically awaken renewed to a revealed truth, as blunt and hurtful as it may be, the only one I can rely on…the man I speak of is merciful and almighty, keeping satan in line, he has even given me a sense of freedom and peace of mind as well as an unbreakable faith while I am unjustly confined, temporarily, because they can’t hold us forever. When he is working miracles in the midst NEVER say never.

“My son you will be home hugged up with your kids” not just I, you, too, keep me in your prayers and vice versa, soon you will see. Through good times and bad times you can honestly and faithfully depend on GOD.

Peace and Love,

Maryland

This too shall pass

04/03/2017

Included with this beautiful drawing:

Please,

Ebony Fields was in the STARR program in Durham. She was transferred to Wake County for about 50 days. She knew Uneice “Neicey” fennell who died here in Durham at the jail on Marc 23rd. Ebony drew this in her memory and asked me to forward it o you for possible publication in the IOA.

Thanks so much

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Break the jail. Now.

the following was written by a very young supporter of Inside-Outside Alliance at a recent meeting.

People should help break the jail. One reason is they say they put bad guys in there, but they (jail staff) do bad things, like you only eat certain things. Another reason is some cops just want to be mean and do not care about you. They do not have a life so they come when they want. We will break the jail. If not, we will keep fighting.

What we want to do: Break the Jail.

When: Now.

EPSON MFP image

tearing it down

“When I’m Gone”

Gotta know where I’ve been and what I’ve been through/

Gotta know what I’ve seen and what I’ve seen through/

Sacrifice, trying to make money stack/

And the times I called on the Lord but he ain’t answer back/

Prison bars, metal bunks, this stuff really got so deep I needed swimming trunks/

What am I facing, my mind is pacing/

My time is wasted sittin just patiently waiting/

I’m holding strong, everyday/

I’m losing weight, starving off these prison plates/

No visitation, no mail neither/

My heart is getting colder and suffers from ether/

But I play my role, for my families’ sake/

Cuz I ain’t really trying to hear the excuses they make/

Get on my knees and say a prayer/

Cuz God gone be the one that’s gone lead me to paper

–D-Blocc