The Beat Within and It’s Readers

by Julias Humphrey Let me rst say Thank You for publishing my words for other people to read, especially our young. We all must understand their position in the adversity of life today because it is much harder for them in contrast to when I was a child which brings me to my topic – the “School-to-Prison Pipeline”. What’s the main causation and how do we stop it? Along with this writing you will nd a copy of the response I recently received from President Barack Obama. I wrote him concerning his visit to El Reno Federal Penitentiary (in Oklahoma).

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Keep Staring

by De They look at me and wonder, is he all the way there? They can’t understand me so they sit there and stare They listen to your story, make it seem like they care But then write you up for some shhh that ain’t fair Sometimes I give up and gotta catch myself Stand up like a man and adjust myself I ain’t even gonna worry, not gonna stress myself I’ll make it out of here so I could bless myself The ones you thought would accompany you always Could switch up so fast, you wouldn’t know they’re gone

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My Intro

by Jeremy Willis Hello, my name is Jeremy Willis and I am incarcerated in Valley State Prison in Chowchilla, California. I was talking to two of my friends in here and one I’ve known for 12 years now and they both write articles and poems for the Beat Within. They talked me into letting you know my story with hopes that it will change at least one person’s thinking about being in a gang or doing drugs. I was in a lot of group homes in the East Bay for the rst ten years of my life and at ten I

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Anxiety

by Young One The greatest challenge I have to deal with is anxiety. My anxiety keeps me up at night and worrying all day. I haven’t found anything to help my anxiety except sports. But as soon as that’s over, it comes right back. When I suffer from my anxiety, I get anxious and it’s hard for me to function. I try not to cry and stay strong, but at nighttime I tend to cry and struggle in the sense that I’m by myself and no one can see me at a weak point. And when something big comes up,

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