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‘A smile can disarm those who would cause harm…’

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A day without a smile is a day wasted.

Few can turn it down and on a lonely day not much can replace it.

Crooked or broken, remodeled or original, a smile will do everyone

Some good once in a while.

In the most dire situations and the most outrageous predicaments

A smile can disarm those who would cause harm to all.

A smile will bring the shorts spirits up to stand tall.

With a smile you can go miles, but without one the pain and depression

Will drive the most sane crazy for a while, just smile.

 

‘The place where everything is possible’

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Imagination

A ride that takes the mind to a place to which it’s never been

Beyond the skies on the stars you dance, conversations with Aliens,

A hunger for new adventures that’ll never end.

In a place in which your body is held captive, imagination gives you freedom

To roam, to times long ago or even back home.

As kids it came natural 4 our imaginations to shine, now only the time can

Seem to find, that place where everything is possible and nothing’s withheld,

Not even in a Durham County Cell.

by Mu’izz Mumit Shakur

‘Always full of prolonging smiles’: 3 poems by MMS

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Make Me Believe

Make me believe that you’re really there for me.

Make me believe that love and loyalty is really what you try to achieve.

Make me believe you really will ride 4 the new cause at hand.

Make me believe if you get knocked off you ride your time out like a real man.

Make me believe that your intentions are true.

Make me believe that your life is a promising tool.

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‘The struggle of maintaining’: 3 poems

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Dreams of the End!!

Engulfed in flames, demons screaming my name, trying to remain sane, while still struggling to maintain.

Maybe it’s over, maybe this is my final step in life, insanity.

Running, why is the question my past chasing me my future isn’t certain, police behind me what did I do am I running from the fear of being locked up to who knows the truth maybe nobody only I can understand.

Peace, tranquility, quietness not a word spoken, maybe this is the end, is this my death, my mother, my brother, by my side tears in their eyes, is the event of my demise. I feel some pain but my spirit is still strong. This may be the day I pass away and go home.

I open my eyes in my cell again, thinking about the dreams that haunt my unconscious mind, I sit up and think about the visions and relax that now at least I know now how I’ll leave this world.  Continue reading →

‘Running for my life from my death dealers’: Poems

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by Mu’izz Mumit Shakur

Pray

I pray that I make it to watch my seeds flower.

I pray that my mind and heart changes 4 the better by the hour.

I pray my life shines thru the ones that I’ve loved after I’m gone.

I pray after a long day in the streets I safely make it home.

I pray that I live better than my past lives could.

I pray that my family grows and becomes the empire that they should. Continue reading →

Breaking Through: 3 poems

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Read Between the Lines

I can’t imagine life outside these city limits,

I’ve realized my dreams haven’t surpassed the norm.

Is it my mindstate that’s doing this damage?

I sit back and think, have I ever thought about life on a worldwide scale,

So far I cannot think of a time when my ambitions reached farther than North Carolina.

Some might say that me realizing this is a break through, Continue reading →

‘The correctional system’s motto: Treat the symptom, not the problem’

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9-13-15

To whom it may concern,

Take time to read *PLEASE*

I’m in the D.C.J. (a prisoner) and have some problems. They are listed in this letter!

The medical department is said to have a dentist, and medical claims there is a list for the dentist. I’ve yet to see a dentist. I went to medical, a self-declared emergency the first time for my tooth and was given 400 mg motrin 2x a day. Now over a month later I went back on sick call and had to beg the nurse to place me on an antibiotic. I requested for my motrin to be increased to 800 mg, I explained I didn’t want a narcotic because she kept saying over and over ‘I’m not giving you narcotic’ as if that was my reason for being there, regardless of how swollen my jaw was or how broke off and rotten my tooth is. The motrin was increased to 600 mg 2x a day, which is still not strong enough. I am in pain. Continue reading →