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Belind Celayir Poem
Can’t help going insane crazy here,
Won’t hear my name is biggest fear.
If I don’t, might could explode,
Be just small part, if I unload.
Like a bottle, all shook up,
Won’t make it to, a glass or cup.
Will only pop out, a huge mess,
Then what to do, start over, I guess?
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Belind Celayir Poem
I’m more motivated today,
Trying to find a simpler way.
To beat the judicial system,
Must appeal to someone’s wisdom.
That’s laughable to say the least,
As the judicial system, is quite the beast?
No easy way to start again,
As they’re in charge, of where and when.
They’re forcing me to run away,
I have no other place to stay.
All I want, is a productive life,
A new beginning, not all this strife.
Instead they, have dropped the ball,
And of course, blame me for all.
In response, all I can say,
“I’ve paid my dues, I want to stay”.
So now, again, I sit and wait,
Still a prisoner, this time of fate.
If left to them, and their discretion,
Will watch the system, and its regression.
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Belind Celayir Poem
I just found out, not sure it’s real,
Jail chaplain told me, to numb to feel.
My stomachs churning, heart has sunk,
I can’t believe, am in a funk.
Should have been there, made you go,
Sometimes I wonder, did you know.
Think you gave up, when Nana left,
Then with Pappy, and all their theft.
All you did was hide and grieve,
I finally had to up and leave.
I screwed up, by falling down,
No turning back I’m almost drown.
I cannot breath just want to hide,
Wanted to be there, by your side.
Wish I could have, said goodbye,
I never thought, that you would die.
Just leave this earth, now heaven bound,
Without a word, not one sound.
Last words I heard, message on my cell,
Good luck sweetie, I wish you well.
I love you too, wish I could show,
Would take it back, would let you know.
No matter what, you’re “MY PERFECT MOM”!!!
2/23/06
In loving memory of the one person who forgave me no matter what and loved
me unconditionally.
Judith Ann Celayir
August 8, 1945 – February 22, 2006
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Belind Celayir Poem
Sit In here, in my own stink,
Can’t fit my head, in my sink.
They let U out, when they want,
Most of them, will even taunt.
I ask to bathe, she say: “Maybe”
“If I have time”, how they play me.
But a showers not a privilege,
This is no way, 4 humans 2 live.
All I want, is 2 be clean,
Clean shirt & socks, don’t be so mean.
I’ll do my time, wont put up fights,
Just let me have my Human Rights!!!
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Belind Celayir Poem
Been a minute, since I wrote.
Not my plan, to sit and dote.
My mom, I miss, as she is gone.
My dad, he chose to travel on.
I am here, to sit and wait.
Bide my time, as hopes deflate.
Will not forget, my life outside.
I will get out, regain my pride.
This I vow, before I’m done.
My goal is clear, already won.
No matter what, they do to me.
Will stand up tall, and walk out free.
See the country, drive the coast.
Do all I can, make the most.
Remember all I learned in here.
Write my book, may take a year.
When I’m done, the book does sell?
Can live my life, and do it well!
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Belind Celayir Poem
To get a job, upon release,
Not so easy, to make that cheese.
Have to pay, to be free,
Not a pun, that’s how it be.
Starting over, on the right track,
Must report keep giving back
Still have to follow, all the rules,
Can’t seem to shake, judicial fools.
Will do my best, to stay in line,
Find some way, to pay my fine.
Get back up, avoid the law,
Starting fresh, and staying raw.
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Belind Celayir Poem
For: Deputy Anderson / G.C.D.C.
I am a pro, she told me so,
That I’m a sneak, stuff has 2 go.
Said: “I can’t help my knack 2 plan”,
Cuz I am “Queen Of Contraband”.
I try to be a good inmate,
The things I do, R not 4 hate.
I hope she know, I ‘m really not mad,
But being locked up, is so (F’n) sad.
I really try, to follow the rules,
Just that, in my mind, I must make jewels.
It keeps me real, to fool “THE MAN”,
Cuz I am “Queen Of Contraband”.
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Belind Celayir Poem
For Anne
Life 4 me, is like an ocean.
To be knocked down, a normal motion.
Get back up, waves knock me down.
I try again, & I nearly drown.
Won’t give up, it’s part of life.
Would not feel right, without the strife.
Can try to take an easier way.
But F.Y.I., the waves will stay.
So take a note, this is my gift.
Go with the flow, ya get my drift?
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Belind Celayir Poem
They call it a crime,
They make us serve time.
They make us all pay,
By serving day after day.
They say were all lost,
That this is our cost.
Were all living a lie,
But it is finally time.
For these rules to be broken,
To take back what is mine.
It is in our best interest,
4 these rules to be broken,
We need to turn in our tokens,
And say our good byes!
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Belind Celayir Poem
Sick and tired of incarceration,
Of going to jail 4 no damn reason.
I’ve done more time & litigation,
Probably covered most every season.
We clean & scrub 4 unfit grub,
We bust our ass, so time will pass.
We want to leave; we’ve paid our dues,
Can’t they see, debts paid times two.
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