Me & Prison
How can I ever forget the years I've wasted, tears I've tasted
for a crime I did not commit.
These eight years will always be difficult to forget.
I carried around a lot of hate and felt condemned.
A lot of weight on my shoulders for someone elses sins.
Prison is a sad and ugly place to be in.
These bricks have nearly smothered me.
I've seen just about everything.
In here that's my reality,
from rape, gangs and fighting.
Prison is a whole other world behind these walls
I refuse to be trapped in it's iron jaws.
Only the strong survive.
You're dead even though you're alive.
Prison is angry bee's in a Bee-Hive.
The weak get taken advantage of and die inside.
Mentally broken and some I've seen commit suicide.
A lot of heartache I had to endure.
My pain was obscure.
It happened so fast when my momma passed.
I was left alone, no one to rely on.
So with my only family gone, I had to remain strong.
I had my daughters to come home to,
And that was something to value.
So I'll endure this loneliness to the bitter end.
Hearts don't break they just bend.
I learned to pick up this pen.
Jot my thoughts down.
I'm determined to wear the Poet's Crown.
I've digested a lot of criticism along the way.
I don't follow the same worn cliche.
I'm a new breed of D.N.A.!
Note: Poetry Soup Members thank you for your comments! My best friend keeps me
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find my name Jimmy Anderson alphabetically or by (state) I'm in Marion, North Carolina.
Maybe I can hear from you personally to say "Hi" Until the next piece take care Poetry
Soup! Jimmy
Copyright © Jimmy Anderson | Year Posted 2009
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