The Ugly Truth: a poem

To all my

Brothas and sistas

Sitting in jail

It’s not over

Because we’re trapped

In a cell

My heart goes out

To those who

Can’t get bail

And to those that

Can’t touch theirs

Trust me I know it’s

Crazy as hell

Quitters don’t win

And winners don’t quit

So stand up

This is war

I know you’re tired

Of the shit

I’m not speaking

Just to the inside

But the outside too

Cause if you look at

The bigger picture

It could easily

Be you

Fuck a politician

They don’t give a damn

About me nor you

All they want to do

Is control the pain

We go through

They’re the devils

Of the earth

The hands committing murders

The one’s behind screens

Pulling strings

Behind the curtains

The true reason

We’re hurting

So fight for what’s right

Remember…quitter’s

Don’t win nothing

And winner’s don’t quit

So you know in life

You’re worth more than being treated like shit

Stop sitting on your ass

Looking for someone else

To blame

You don’t have to

Go through the obstacle

They place before you

Just think twice

Before you act

Find a better way

To do you

Robbing, shooting and stabbing

Is what they want to

See you do

So you’ll end up behind

These walls like me

Beat them at their game

Take the proper

Way through

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

‘DCJ: Same shit, different toilet’


What’s up IOA? Thanks for writing. I’m hanging in there. Can’t really complain, God let me wake up. But as far as DCJ goes, same shit, different toilet. They find a way to make our lives worse by the day. The pod that I’m in has had a problem with our kiosk for damn near a month and the jail has still failed to fix it. Continue reading

‘It’s cold and there’s nothing to do in here’

Hey,

It”s cold and there’s nothing to do in here…I don’t want the new visitation thing. My family comes from an hour and 30 minutes away. Crazy, rite?

You can put this poem in.

 

My friend, I stand in judgment now

And feel that you’re to blame somehow

On Earth I walked with you day to day

And never did you point the way Continue reading