by Dortell Williams If you’re anything like me, you’ve made some mistakes and even bad decisions. I am a man of many regrets, but someone once told me that it isn’t where you’ve been, but where you are going that counts. It’s true. No matter what we done in the past, as regrettable as it may be, we are like books – waiting for that next chapter to be written. The great thing is that we are the authors of our own books. What is said in each chapter is up to us. One decision at a time each its
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VOLUME 22.17/18
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Continue ReadingLies
by Jooglord A lot of lies, the truth is silenced I really wanna know, who’s behind it The greed feeds, the ruthless violence People don’t care, All this useless silence Speak up, get loud You should try it The truth is vibrant, it’s time to shut down The stupid tyrant Because I walk through Man rooms get quiet, Speaking my mind I can produce a riot A lot of propaganda And you losers buy it Wake up world! The truth is silence
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Continue ReadingSharing Our Deepest Scars
by Keith Erickson The scars of my childhood are the very parts of me that so many men like me, incarcerated men, want to keep locked away from the rest of the world around them. The Alternatives to Violence Project Workshops bring out the courage in men that you would never expect to witness within a prison. This weekend was like a whirlwind of emotions and laughter that left many of us crying, yet with the realization that our personal af ictions are so much bigger than just ourselves—they also belong to so many others within and outside of these
Continue ReadingSolitude? More like Solitary
by Quani After being in here for a moment, you think about life, about how things could’ve been better if you never made your move. But it’s different in your cell. As soon as that door closes, there’s like a whole different life waiting for you. It’s like a nightmare because you’re only thinking about how long you’re gonna be in there, how long you’ll be staring at that locked door. Then boredom hits. Instead of being stimulated, that isolation makes you cry. You think about your mom, about what might be happening to her. When you think about so much
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