P.O.O.R. = Passing Over Opportunity Repeatedly
Where: Valdosta State Prison/Lockdown Tier II Dorm
I am a victim of this KKKorrections Department. “Like criminals they lock us in cages, some niggas some stars once you put them on stages.”
How can that be? When our rights are violated on a daily basis. The trick to wear down the man mind, by making him think that it’s cool to be mistreated or disrespected by staff. It’s cool to not write a grievance to inform someone of the abuse. The key to wearing down one’s mental state, you must first make one feel less of a man by taking away our food!! Mail and pictures. Denying a man to go to a Rec Pen/yard to relieve himself of stress. To put ignorant inmates around to always create commotion and confusion. While staff is only here for short periods of time, an inmate is stuck to deal with horrified reality. Courage motivates me to stand up and believe in myself to endure this hardship. Some would say is a mental warfare and only the strong survive. How much can one man really handle? And who made the KKKorrections Department a judge on how much mental anguish one must accept in order to be deemed a contender in the mental Championship Warfare League? They would consider me a rebellious negro because when it was their turn to fuck me I didn’t take the penetration smoothly, I wiggled and tried to fight back which caused them an upset in their regular fucking. Every time an opportunity comes available one must have strength to muster on. Why stop and pretend to play dead? When one can continue running to find hope and freedom. It’s better to die on your feet than to live on your knees, means why settle for the normal or what they call normal when I can wander free. We must all use our inner self and realize the way we view things, do things are called habits or patterns. It was a norm way back when to accept the things one wouldn’t change. With 2020 approaching we must stop this Poor way of thinking, Poor way of doing things, Poor way of living we must stand for ourselves. We must aid and assist our brothers and sisters. We must understand that we didn’t ask to be here, but since we are, we should make the stay comfortable. Why settle for less? Why not achieve more? The sky’s the limit and that’s a true statement. In this Urban Jungle there is always another jungle out there, another set of grass that we have not stepped on or partaking of it’s fruits. No more habitual living. No more habitual way of thinking. Shoot for the stars and if failed you still land amongst the clouds. Be on the lookout for my ROOT Recollecting Our Own True selves thesis.
Written by FreeRay Jun 1 2016 at 1:30 p.m.
“You can look me in my eyes and try to feel my pain.”
“A negro sold his soul for a pat on the back from the plantation owner.”
Ahijah Murray 1000365344
Valdosta State Prison
PO Box 310
Valdosta, GA 31603