Thug Cry

Penitentiary

One week later I was there...my new home. Guys looked at you funny, they served crappy ass food, you work your ass off like a grown ass slave, but bossed around like a kid. "Carter" a officer said leading me to the visiting area. "Hey baby" Yolanda said grabbing my hand. "Hey ma" I replied. "Eww orange is not the new black" she cackled.

"I'm sorry" I whispered. "Me too" she replied. "I lost one son and now you're locked up" she said crying. "I still got a piece of Moses" she said grabbing my hand. "What you mean?" I asked. "Gregory Emmanuel Gomez-Rodriguez...my grandson. Now I'm kind of glad he had him....his first blood" she said. Later that day I got a visit from Nicki. "Hey" she said sitting behind the glass. "Hey baby" I replied. "I missed my period" she said looking down. "I'm pregnant" she explained. "Well don't worry I'm going off to college and You'll be here" she continued. "I have an appointment tomorrow, I just thought I let you know" she added. "No....Nicole please" I said softly.

"Why? Why would you want a baby to grow up without a father and a single mom working two jobs? I have a career ahead of me. I leave for UF in a month" she replied. "Because this is what we created...we...our first blood....I still want a piece of keep in the outside world" I said placing my hand on the glass. She placed her small hand over mine and one on her barely noticeable baby bump. I chuckled. "Times up Thomas" the officer said pulling me away. She smiled faintly and walked away.

Ten months passed by. I didn't shave in awhile. "Thomas you got mail" an officer said handing me a white envelope. I opened it and almost cried. I read the back "our little angel Tiara Nicole Thomas-Carter at 5 lbs and 11 oz. Love you from your family. P.S. UF let me reapply for next fall. Still got my full ride." I cried reading it. I taped it under the top bunk so I can wake up and sleep looking at my baby.

"Breakfast" the guard yelled as the alarmed buzzed and all the cells opened. The inmates rushed out like rats in a maze. "Hey" a voice said as I sat with my Cereal, milk, corn bread, bread, orange juice. I nodded and continued minding my business. "Aye man a brother trying to help you out" he said. "That's the D locks table" he whispered. Before I could move someone threw their plate next to me. "What do you think you doing?" a deep monstrous voice said. I turned to see some built guy who looked dumb. "Eating" I replied getting a spoon of my cereal. "It's not stale today" I added.

"This our table" he said grabbing my shirt. "Well" I said as I slammed a cafeteria plate across his face and tackled his big ass. That's when his crew flew from every direction to jump me. We all got in trouble and was assigned to clean the bathroom and sent to bed with no dinner plus no shower. "See what y'all did" I said as we marched to our cells. "You want round two so I can bust those lips pretty boy" he said sending saliva bullets at my face.

"Night" I said walking away. I just stared at the picture of my daughter. "Dam where did I go wrong?" I asked myself. "Where did you?" a voice said. "I wasn't talking to you. I'm sorry I was just thinking" I replied. "Oops I'm sorry" he replied laughing. "Lol I remember where I went wrong" he sighed. "I was in the eleventh grade and I had a great family. I just ain't notice it at that time. My mom was sweet and was always working to make ends meet" he added. I just listened. "My brothers one younger and one older were my best friends" the inmate said.

"I was tired of being broke. Mom would always couldn't afford to pay all the bills. If it wasn't the cable it was the water, if it wasn't the water it was the electricity, and so on. I decided to join a crew where they were always on point. They did Breaking and Entering. We stole jewelry such as gold watches, wedding rings, etc. One day my mom saw the stuff in my room and started bothering me. I grabbed my things that night and fled. My mom called the police and I got so angry. I was so confused. I ranaway and never looked back. I did anything for money killed, stole, sold drugs, even...I was even a male prostitute. I even gave guys services" he said with his voice cracking. "Money is the root of all evil. Man I wish I could take it all back. I was wanted. One day me and my boys head back to Compton to carjack. Then we see a lady in a red sedan with her children. I told them let's get someone else. They insisted so we did. I just stayed back.