Everyone wants me to hit em up but where were you when I was in jail? Prison? You couldn't envision what the fuck I've been thru with or without a term of any kind on your docket so put your judgments in your pocket and listen up a minute. I know I'm the one who fell asleep and failed, that's not up for debate I knew what my actions could entail and living it was a whole 'nother trip but what happened to the words you spoke about our friendship? I'm not the only one who needs to take ownership. It's about time to live behind the morals one may preach or might teach our kids, the ones we share on social media and think we're imparting some fucking new brand of wisdom nobody's heard before thru a meme. My nightmare became many dreams realized and set in motion, my nightmare was what I needed. People whispering did he learn his lesson, I learned fuck it, the friends who aren't writing are talking the most as if I've already been poked and floated on into the breeze as a ghost. I learned I can't do shit about those who don't reach out, but I can be damn thankful for the ones who did and carry on; do my best under the politics the insistent racism guessing behind bars waiting on mail that came or didn't phone calls that were paid for or ignored. Money on my books so I can cook top ramen smash a snickers and drink coffee, workout in my chonies and avoid a DP. I earned it all. I earned the neglect the shit talked behind my back I earned every last bit of good bad and evil experienced survived so I could turn around and scream: I'M STILL ALIVE.
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Alphabetical Dismemberment
PoetryI was locked up June 2017. I've been out of prison since October 2019. This is what I've written since. The ups and motivations, various troubles religious struggles, heart throbs and pains. Love lost and found and lost again. It'll all be published...
