There’s no longer
A union
Damn sure ain’t
No confederacy
So why is there
So much racism
The shit is really
Starting to
Get at me. Continue reading
Tag Archives: poetry
Showers: a poem
Showers
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Can you hear
The drops of rain
Everyday I wake up
There’s a new
Drop of pain
I truly don’t know
What to do
I’ve passed
The boiling point
Of insane
Damn!
I’m tired
Of waking up
To this
Four corner cage
I miss my family
I miss my wife
But most importantly
I miss my life
I can’t do this
No more
It ain’t me
Forced to lie
On concrete
When I sleep
I want to
Be with my
Family
I want to
Live my life
I wish I could
Hold my spouse
In my arms
At night
God give me
The strength
Don’t let them
Take my pride
Hold my hand
Through these
Rainy days
And foggy nights
-Ghost
‘They try their best to keep us down’
8/3/17
Dear –
Thanks a lot buddy for goin through all the trouble of getting —‘s information for me. I sure do hope they allow her to get my letter. I know she’s probably wondering if I’m going to try and contact her…I know how the system works. They try their best to keep us down…
Hope you enjoy the poem.
Sincerely,
Ghost
Hombres Muerto Caminando
From the moment
We come out
The very second
That we’re born
We’re placed in
An environment
That we have
To get it on
Our own
They make it
Impossible
To go about it
The legal way
Now we got
A gun
And you wanna
Know why it’s
In your face
You didn’t give us
A chance at life
To start with
We were set up
From the beginning
Dead men walking
Land of the free
These politicians
Are insane
Dumb motherfuckas
You’re enslaving your
Own kind
Change the saying
Fuck the Middle East
There’s terrorism
In these American streets
Innocent people gunned down
By our own police
Many lost souls
Forced towards
The prison system
To sleep
Locked down on by
The leaders
Of our country
But from the moment
We were born
We were destined to be nothing more than
Dead men walking.
‘This is not an excuse’
Show Mercy
I know we
Might’ve made
Some idiotic decisions
In the life
Of being thugs
We human like you
We’re the same
So only God
Can truly judge
You can’t knock us
For what we know
There wasn’t a silver spoon Continue reading
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
Thankful: a poem
Getting locked up in a jail cell
For something I did not do
I wake up every morning hoping this
Couldn’t be true
But it was a sign for me to come here
Because now I have found you Continue reading
‘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
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