POEMS

Here I take you into the mind frame of most young black children of the ghetto And how they see themselves as thugs and drug...

Homage to Maya Angelou’s rendition of Paul Lawerence Dunbar's, "We Wear the Masks." The Face I became the face that displaced and raped.I removed the innocence...

The poet reflects on his past struggles with ignorance and the weight of the world, symbolized by carrying troubles and facing endless struggles. He chooses to fight and overcome challenges, emphasizing the internal battle and determination to rise above fear into a brighter future.

My son on your journey through life you will stumble upon my war path...But I warn you my son that you must never follow in my steps! You must only study them from a distance and learn from the valuable lessons they teach...With this knowledge you will grow in strength and with this strength you will succeed where I have failed...You will bring light to where I have only left darkness...You will bring joy and fulfillment to where I have only left behind torment and emptyness. 

Whoever is reading my blogs in freeworld society, I hope my poetry aids and guides you in your journey alive and peaceful, assisting others...

Marc Rosemond, a prison inmate in New York, shares a poem about trauma. You can't see it -- but you can definitely feel it.

My name is Michael Bryant, a 54-year-old inmate incarcerated in the VA Doc for the past 36 years, but that is another story that...

Good greetings White America, and welcome to the ghettoA place where we are forced to live life as thugs and drug dealers and will...