Economical stress,
poverty is not at rest,
inflation puff its ugly chest,
another sure room for penitentiary entry.
Heads of government!
There is a lot of room for improvement,
please stop this penitentiary entry.
Gun in hand,
man look a food fin yam,
Youngman please understand,
dat route is not for you man!!
Although poverty ridden,
money stricken,
don't go killing across the country,
that's a penitentiary entry.
(Editor's Note: The following letter was one of several written by inmates after a woman called in to Kevin's program, “Unchained”, with the story of her rape and subsequent grief and healing. We do not know who her rapist is.)
Thank God you are healed again
Thank God you are clean again
Thank God you are not thinking mean again
Thank God you are the essence of forgiveness
Thank God you are no more a slave to unforgiveness
Thank God you have found it in your heart
to forgive the man who violated your body,
the man who bruised your soul and almost
destroyed your mind.
Thank God your forgiveness towards a man
who was possessed
has started your healing process
In my book you are a princess. Continue reading
Why is it that there are so many “why”s in black people life?
Have you ever questioned those why? Asking questions such as why this, why that, and what if?
“Why primary and secondary education can't be free?”
“Why are so many children carrying their mother last name?”
“Why is there no shelter for the shelterless?”
“Why is there not enough Medicine and nourishment for the needed and the sick?”
“Why can't all infants be cared for?”
“Why can't all the elderly be protected?”
“Why they have to make life so complicated?”
A poem to: Miss Marsha
Wrong are they! Wrong are they! Wrong are they who says “it is something good when someone dies” and that we should dance and not weep instead.
How can I dance when my precious aunt is now dead? The same aunt to who I went and said, isn’t it true that if I continue to be one of the good guys that I will obtain everything this song I'll sing said I should? Then I began and with all the melody I had (Good guys get all the girls! Good guys get all the fame!! Good guys get a little sunshine in their world, and my life is gone be the same!) Then I stand in front her looking head high to the direction of the sun.
My height was just below your belly.
A caged bird cannot pick blossom from the tree nor catch worms from the soil.
I am a human being who is like a caged bird.
I am locked behind steel bars in a prison cell where I am forced against my will to live in subhuman bondage.
The only belongings I have in my possession in this five by ten prison cell are: a little pisspot, a small enamel mug full of chips, a bar of carbolic soap, a broken toothbrush, a teethless comb, a pinch of salt that I use as toothpaste, an old worn out pair of slippers, some torn magazines, and a stick of crayon that I use to draw and colour portraits of faces and various places that I see in my vision.
The more you give, the more you get
The more you laugh, the less you fret
The more you do unselfishly
The more you love abundantly
The more of everything you share
The more you'll always have to share
The more you love, the more you'll find
That life is good and friends are kind
For only what you give away
Enriches us from day to day
From: Zona
DON'T GIVE UP The phone is ringing, bad news keeps coming but don't give up.
Life is pressing! Stress keeps coming, you feel frustrated but don't give up you can make it.
When discouragement comes. You feel like letting go but don't give up my friend you can make it .
Just trust God let him do it.
DON'T GIVE UP!
Written By: Zona Lunnan
DON'T GIVE UP The phone is ringing, bad news keeps coming but don't give up.
Life is pressing! Stress keeps coming, you feel frustrated but don't give up you can make it.
When discouragement comes. You feel like letting go but don't give up my friend you can make it .
Just trust God let him do it.
DON'T GIVE UP!
Written By: Zona Lunnan
I thought that being in prison would be tough, that all the love and strength I have wouldn't be enough to get me through this trying time, but to be honest. I'm doing just fine.
If I could go back and change what I've done, I wouldn't be me and I wouldn't be strong. This place has made me see what a bright future there is in store for me. It has made me appreciate my family and friends. I have learn to forgive and made amends. We all lose our way in life, we all at times suffer pain and strife; but it's not how you fall that counts it's how you get up. People may never come to prison and change their ways; sometimes their freedom is worst than their incarcerated days. I'd rather be here and know my spirit is free than be outside with the devil in me. So when you think of me being locked up in here; smile to yourself and give me a cheer because you'll know that I'll be okay for as sure as the sun lets off it's rays, I will be home one day.
Written By Rachel…..
You might be wondering what am I talking about. Life is just a bowl of cherries. To be very honest with you the thought came to me when I ended up in prison. I honestly thought my life was over, knowing I got 10 years at the age of 19. My mind was so jumbled I just don't know what to do knowing I was sent to prison innocently; but after UNDERSTANDING what life is all about, I came to the conclusion that “life is just a bowl of cherries.”