The Following pieces of writing are taken from what I am calling Prison Journal: My experience in jail.I am going to write it here in the order I first wrote everything. Please note I spent two nights in the city holding cells before this took place.
this is my first night at Wilkinson prison, 7:30 pm
Stumbling through the Darkness
Fits slipped and tipped the odds of evil gods against me,
taken me, taken what’s free, but I see clear in the midst of fear
My peers jeer with the eyes, the hardness here tells no lies.
can’t despise the process, I confess this lesson brought me low
and now I know brokenness, a nothingness that pulls out my faith.
This predicament, cant be bent, just me; my strength is lent
to me by the father above, Satan pushes and God shoves back,
its a fact, I’ve lost track of how I got here, no where near
heaven, so close to hell, wonder if the inmates can tell.
Keep my head low, gota let go of all I know, all that angers me,
traps me, I just wish to be free, now literally physically, mentally
and most importantly, spiritually. I’ve slipped so far into darkness,
I harnessed myself in pervertedness that stressed my mind,
made it hard to find my escape from a “never should have happened” date.
and fate took my dignity, because I was blind and couldn’t see.
Awkward disposition, keep to myself, check out my bunk
put my shit on the self, touch nothing that’s not yours,
respect everyone, expect to be tested and jested with.
Three greet me with “you from the street, you holdin’ any?”
I’m a little confused, just say “no man, sorry”
I was told hiding in solitary would not make acquaintances,
guys armed with short glances, abrasive stances,
Just chill, got some time to kill, they” come over ask me what I’m in for.
I have to think of something that’s a lie, as I try to hide my wide eyes,
in this place one constantly needs a hard face, no time to space out
as I learn what maxima security is all about.
Summary: My first pieces of rhymes written my first night in Wilkinson prison.