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“Why Doesn’t The Sun Shine On Me” collection by prison poet Exile

“Why Doesn’t The Sun Shine On Me”
By: Exile
It’s a lonely day and the sun isn’t shining on me as I sit behind these bars. No one seem to have compassion or humility toward the incarcerated. So many forget about me, leaving me in this darkness that consume my presence. It seem that prison is contagious because no one wants to assist a brother in need. It’s hard to feel warmth and sun rays from this cell I call my home. As an outcast my heart is crush by I refuse to lose hope. Because whatever is waiting on me just as the sun rises the next day. Faith is in my corner, truth is guarding its place. Hope has made me face each day. I know truly someone out there wishes for me to see the sun shine. But today isn’t that day, I won’t lose hope so as this falls upon your lap, give me some thought. This is just a reminder because we move so fast and miss so much. Yes, the sun isn’t shine on me but in the future, it will be.
“Can You Hear The Walls Cry”
By: Exile
Imagine you can feel the pain that comes from behind these walls. Silent are some if these walls could talk, emotions are stall. So intense is the distress that can be felt from the floors. Groans from the poor soul that has lost focus and control. Left to handle the stress which caress my heart at the door. And everyday the guards inflict more wounds to my core. Loss to this weary world, can you hear the cries from my walls. No one cares, I am a distant memory that all. So with poem I hope it open your eyes to let me in your arms.
“Truest Thought”
By: Exile
My truest thought was held inside of this cell, definition of pain written on my heart scroll, silent cries emerge from my tattered tortured soul, misery invaded and stole my loved residing place, it caused my entire to suffer and ache, loved ones abandoned me when I need them most. Envy could’ve been my company but pain was more close. Pain has truly given my life an overdose. No mercy dwells in trials and tribulations, constantly dealing with incarceration while time keeps me conseal in its shadows. Allowing me to appreciate life, love, and freedom to the fullest and also to see who really was sincere in my time of need, hated, despised neglected, mostly forgotten was things I received. With few choices and not many options, hurt encraved deep in the depths inside of me. A maze of misery with no map, guide, or light to remove this darkness I see. Long gone are the thoughts I cherish so much, in their absence is this cell which has bind so many of us. 
“In Life”
By: Exile
Some things in life can’t be tested by time 
Even inside of this cell I can speak my mind 
Because so few blossom like the fruit of earth
Yet behind these bars you fail to know your worth
So many left to rot on the vine. So many left to rot on the vine. 
But in their absence I call you mine. 
Yes the labor of the harvest outweighs worth, because I paid attention only to lust. 
You are reason I can awake and trust
Hot so your value, it exceeds degrees, even though you feel far away I feel your touch.
In this life I live I only have so much.
“Jungle”
By: Exile
This jungle that has me trap, with no way to escape.
I am force to suffer and humble my state. 
So many hard lesson that have confused my common senses.
I refuse to let these bars steal my confidence.
Beyond this cell I can be a person of interest.
Yet I let so many small things pull me in a ditch.
Every time I seem to gain some ground a distraction causes me to relent.
In this jungle call prison I have to be cautious or be forced to commit. All thru this jungle it seems I go thru stages like this. The only thing that will bring joy is being on the other side of the fence.

Bound by Chains

Bound by chains, trapped inside this script called prison where the story never end. Where so many turn their backs on you and even forget the word friend. This is not hatred flowing through my pen, it’s truth that so many bend. Trying to rephrase words into what you want to stand. But hold on be easy I come in peace! I want you to comprehend. Don’t confuse my words because I am behind this fence. I’m loyal, dedicated, honest, and entitled to at least on matters that exist. Let me be the one to say I am ashame of my friends presence because of what most of them represent. Still bound by chains but respect goes to the stranger who listen to this.

By Exile

Imagine that you could conjure anything in your mind or cell. Would be a book, freedom, a woman, or money to help you stay in confine. With a book you only read it so many times. Freedom is priceless and precious but it starts in the mind. Money is a key factor however in prison, it’s a stressor that make you blind. How about a woman, a helpmate, someone you can relate to or express your mind. All of these sound good but one definite choice down the line. So as I close and bid you goodbye I’ll leave you this thought on why.

Charles Allen 1105887-D-1-231

Hays State Prison

Man Child

By: Brotha Hest

Hearing gunshots ring outside my project window…
10 years old and wondering what did place me here for?
All I know is that I gots to protect my Mama and Sis…
But each time shotz rang out I duck down like a puss…

There has to be a way that those dealers and thugs can be beat!
I’ve got some ideas, though I ain’t sure how to take on this feat
So I continuously analyze this challenging situation beyond my door…
As the only male in my home I must secure them from my core!

Journeying out into the Hood I now despise, and at times fear…
This path is not clear, but of these other young boys I’ll be a peer…
We will combine our knowledge and figure out how to wipe Mama’s tear.
Even if it requires becoming the very same monster which scarred a childhood career.

That’s right my dear, we boys are so afraid that a mean man we appear…
For the fact of this matter is that we’ve yet to develop, can’t you hear..?
Listen closer to our cries, and see the many masks worn by us my dear…
It’s no wonder we gravitate from toy to gunz, projects to prisons without a jeer…

Yet, make no mistake, we still need help raising that boy still inside…
Regardless of how big and tough we look our actions prove the boy can hide…
Until it’s time for us to man up and fight our case or send gifts to Junior
Patience to learn the law and how to flip a store call had always been left over yonder…

So be understanding of the arrested development we can’t classify.
Because if we could this system would stop punishing and treat us, we ratify!
Forcing them to view and treat us as humans that has PTSD too…
Laying that next billion into the hands of changed convicts who know what to do!

… In love & service
Forever POPS Movement

Sad But True

Title: Sad But True

Author: Lamar Westside Gates

 

The word help never be heard, but fuck you get an answer

Talkin with sense, they turn their nose like you’re a dirty pamper.

But I’m the crazy one if you let them tell it, Respect goes a long way but not in this pace!

If you not part of the elite, you get beat to sleep.

Most e-mails dont go out cause they dont want the heat.

Inmates wanting to be officers dying to speak, Sir I’ll pack his Property and destroy his good.

Most in the step-down lost and can’t be found, what I mean bout that, inmates will lock you down.

For a detail and packout sir I’ll tell it all, to show you I’m not playing #— got a phone.

Now you see what I’m talking bout fuck the step-down,

For four hours and T.V.s these killers become police.

But I’m the crazy one cause I wanna be free!

I’ll die before I fold, starve before I break,

Never will I help the Pigs OPPRESS Inmates.

 

Prisoner

Title: Prisoner 
By: Lamar Westside Gates 
03/20/18 
I try to stay asleep cause being woke is Pain 
Reminiscing on freedom, want me to charge it to the game 
What did I do to deserve all this pain? 
I just want my life back, they don’t understand that! 
Used to be a family guy, and now I’m a nobody? 
Sitting in this prison cell, going in circles like that Audi 
My heart crying cause she abandoned me 
Tears in my face 
I miss my family 
Mama got an illness, grandma don’t want to take her meds 
They say don’t question god but I need an answer 
Union city jail holding my brother for a ransom 
My niece and nephew died before their time 
My sister dealing with pain, it’s so hard to maintain 
These walls looking at me while I sleep calling my name 
These walls won’t stop looking at me 
At me 
The only time i’m free 
is when I go back to sleep

REBELLIOUS I’LL BE UNTIL YOU KILL ME: Poetry from lockdown

By: Lamar Westside Gates
Rosa Parks a part of me, I refuse to move my feet
No, I’m not Dr. King, but I got a lotta dreams
Trying to be astronaut, outer here, yes indeed!
Speaking like Malcolm got me X out, watch me bleed,
No Johnnie Cochran in my life so I’m doing life.
My Madame C. J. Walker tryin to get my head right,
But I need dat Bob Marley just to get my head right.
What happened to date Condaleeza Rice’s who can make it right?
American soldiers dying fighting da wrong fight
Dat ‘N’ Word got so much Power messing up life
We use it all day, but others do, it ain’t right!
I’m in a race running to make things right
Too many voices in silence dying to talk,
You wishing for a Coretta but will you treat her right
Who are you to tell me that I can’t date white?
Don’t try to block da love I have to give, it don’t matter yo color, love is real.
We put our faith and values in da wrong things, it’s no secret the police been killing brothers, black on black crime, it’s da same, killing brothers.
When we all gon come together as one? Why we only come together for football and basketball games? How come it takes pain and tragedy to make us same? If we all get on the same page, things will change.
I want to tell you dis, dis my response to all dat’s going on.
We need more Jackie Robinsons of every race to break the barrier.
What Trump been doing planed facts, if he don’t play by dey rules, he become da X man assassinated like da rest Man…
Title: Facts, part 2
By: Lamar Westside Gates
Suicide thoughts be on my mind, but da love I got for Grandma keeps me alive,
all dis time on my back got me working out. Every case I’mma read to find a way out
Pill call no help cause da pain don’t sleep, got no time to rest so I get no sleep.
Every time I close my eyes I be back on my feet, tray call, shower call, I be missing da streets.
And da numbers I be calling be a game of chess, sometimes I get an answer cause it kills da stress.
But da staff breath hate dey words be fake, put on for da camera just so dey can get paid, but you wrong if you don’t take missing portions from a styrofoam tray, come round for inspection, dey don’t hear shit day you say!
Put in a sick call, don’t get seen but dey get Paid, call dey name and write it up, dey gone drop yo Phase, tell you what you wanna hear, then be on dey way. ACT OUT, GET SPRAYED sometimes be da only way cause dey don’t give a Phuck bout what you say!
Talking civilized and v with respect gets you azz to kiss, belligerency and warring bring accomplishments.
Inmate why you acting childish and untamed?
“Because my needs are ignored, an undomesticated treatment! Should I go on because there is more.”
Really it’s no need cause you don’t care!
Just want me to be a bobblehead and say, ‘Yes master I understanding,’ with dat ‘you be a good boy’ grin on yo face, while you walk off with yo klan co-workers saying, ‘See, dey all the same’ (facts).
Well I got news for ya, keep playing and don’t RECTIFY MY CIRCUMSTANCE, REBELLIOUS I’LL BE UNTIL YOU KILL ME FACTS! AND I KNOW YOU DON’T CARE TRUE COLD HEARTED FACTS…

They got me under lock & key but my mind free: Writings from Hayes Prison

H.A.Y.S. (Housing. All. You. Shares.) 
By: Lamar Westside Gates 
Forced to be a DEPENDENCIES with no voice for mistreatment abandoned by so-called loved ones, love becomes a CONTRADICTION. How you love one when you let them “SUFFER”? Yes they suffer when their cries 4 help falls upon DEF EARS made def ears. You hear what they saying but do you care! Yo actions show you don’t but every time before the call end you lie with these words I love you if that’s love I want to be hated cuz they care enough to hate… What’s going on behind theze PRISON IS NOT EXAGGERATED. Punish 4 what you are a BLACKMAN and where you are from ESPECIALLY ATLANTA, punish 4 not backing down, punish for YO GRIEVANCE COMPLAINT, punish 4 wanting what you’re INTITLED 2 NO FOOD & NO SHOWERS IS NOT THE WORST OF THE UNWANTED PUNISHMENT. Imagine being made something you are not through FALSITY 4 the AMUSEMENT of others. Oh I forgot you love so you don’t care. Out of sight out of mind NONE BENEFICIAL PAY IT NO MIND – I promise if theze was your shoes you’ll commit suicide now you’re saying to yourself should have never got locked up. If anyone knew they would die for pulling over DO YOU THINK THEY WOULD HAVE PULLED OVER? With that being said know some things are INEVITABLE like OUR SKIN COLOR and that us behind the wall want EMPATH NOT SYMPATHY. Cause there is no justice for this INJUSTICE IN WHITE AMERICAN. Just them phucking us with your help yeah your help! Having not to care so keep yo fake love cause you’re them keep us down with NO LOVE… 
Sad but true 
By: Lamar Westside Gates 
They got me under lock & key but my mind free  
Speaking my mind got me naked with nothing to eat! 
Bwoy how many meals it’s gone take you 2 see I own you? 
Nobody care for you you’re AMERIKKKA’S WASTE.  
In yo eyes & mind but ask me do I care boss –  
You can’t break my focus Freedom be my goal! 
Jump on me as you please I will soon HEAL  
While this smile on my face bruise yo pride. 
I bet your wife in bed with another man (the white man)  
Cause yo only focus is jumping on a black man  
Da sad part bout it you a black man AmericKKKa’s waste!

Sitting on yo azz waiting for it to come it will never come

Blame Yo Self
We are equal in the same right so why fight?
Everything I got now you can have in this same life
Get your mind right let the hate go come up with a master plan stop saying I hate folks
You only hate what you don’t have and can’t understand
And on a bigger scale that’s not a real man
I work the fish scale while he work at the back
Money not a problem you got to go and get it
Sitting on yo azz waiting for it to come it will never come
Like a hard dick without penetration
If you can focus on sex why not on getting rich?
Cuz ever worn out your mouth how did he get that
She from the projects I know she can’t afford that
Sound like you jealous can you tell me why you jealous?
Stop giving them the blame when it’s yourself to blame
I’m only asking question to understand all your pain
When I give the right answer or you willing to change?
I can bring it on any level challenge my brain
Phuck the skin color people we all the same. HUMAN RIGHT?

TO BE CONTINUE….

By Lamar Westside Gates

Facts
paid killers & child molester get away with it all
But let me get caught with a gun it’s called breaking the law.
When I comply I can still die even with my hands to the sky
They’ll still fire…
Black lives matter not in this day time even Latinos gets sprayed
For being apart of the race. Locked down treated like slaves
What happen to the land of the free freedom of speech?
If you not a white man then you die in the streets.
No I’m not a RACISTS but what I’m speaking is FACTS
AND NOT ALL WHITE PEOPLE BE AGAINST THE BLACKS.
So Many been brainwashed that they hate they black
Then you got the Uncle Tom’s who be turning they backs
Even the ANTHEM of the WORLD is about killing and SLAVES
And by the way it look the police K.K.K.
No longer do they need a rope the gun took its place.
Even no my skin light this not back in the days
I could never be a house slave with my DRED SCOTT WAYS.
If I comply will I still dye
That’s a question I ask
Every morning on the way to get gas

Stolen from the motherland sold and put on a boat
AMERICAN is not the place of hope.
Forever we gone be slaves no matter you getting PAID
We the ones they sold raped and mold
But it’s time to change MALCOLM X in my soul…
I rather ride and die than tell myself a lie
All the polices who killing NONE OF THE TARGETS BE WHITE
JUST THE BLACK AND BROWN BODIES ALL OVER THE GROUND
We built this mother phucker up & this the thanks we get…
It’s time to come together and put a end to it all
Kick a ant bed over watch how they RESPOND TO THE CALL
WON’T FIGHT FOR THE PEOPLE BUT YOU WILL DIE
FOR THE PAPER
FACTS…

Note: In order to save the FUTURE we as people got to stop living the past. Facts.
By Lamar Westside Gates

What the oppressor do to you they’ll do it to me: letter of solidarity to other prisoners

Peace & Respect

To The Last of a Dying Breed.
I feel you King Coe Tha Great. I’m witcha. Just keep on watchn Brotha. My pain is your pain. Your struggle is my struggle. We are one of a kind we are Truly the Last of a Dying Breed.

Now do anybody want to know why nobody is standing up in the system why everybody is layn down. It is simple the system has infiltrate our movements. Have you ever met a brotha that has called himself a real dude or a solid dude. But when it’s time to show up and make a stand he plays dead. I bet this is his favorite line to use. (I got too much going on. I ain’t trying to take a lost.) Such a sad case this because the system has made these men compromise their integrity. Nobody wants to sacrifice. Nobody wants to play as a team. Everybody wants to lead the team. Most of these brothas are all about self. Look around Brotha I am you and you are me. We under the same struggle daily. What the oppressor do to you they’ll do it to me. See what the oppressor is doing is given gifts to be a good inmate. Touch pad, packages once a month, chicken box etc. Now let me ask how can this system afford to give all these things. But they refuse to give us lunch back on the weekend. I have a answer. Do you all remember the $10 they took and that $1 a month that the state is taken from us. They’re making million off our family for us to enjoy temporary satisfaction. But it’s only helping them control the people. Brothas think about we are payn for all the things that they are given. Why keep given. Because people are compromising with the system to live in comfort. The mass will lay down and be happy with these things and this stuff instead of really making a change. I can’t say what’s in the next man’s heart their intention may be good but I will say that we’ve been blinded by the tricks that the system has placed in front of us. I have a comrade that the tells me daily The game is in a state of confusion my Brotha.

I leave as I come with peace and respect
and a few spoken words.

I am one of many warriors that bear tattoo and battle wounds from previous wars These scars reach further than this physical garment. Batter and abuse mentally confused from this mental and emotional torment only the Lord knows the pain of ones Soul silent prayers Vivid nightmares Broken Dreams is this pain real. Suicide theme when you can’t escape the screams of the mentally insane it’ll drive you crazy and drange even if you are sane there is still no escapin the pain cuz they playn tricks with our brains it’s hard to find peace so we smile not to feel weak it hurts more with each heartbeat. See I refuse to fall weak because they prey on the weak links standing strong Brothea think they’ll do anything to make us break lock us in a box like goods in a safe bury us alive is what they think but they can’t kill the thoughts in our brains give us purple hearts for we’ve endured way too much physical, emotional and mental pain. Label these men amongst me The Last of a Dying Breed for we are truly Purple Hearted

Peace & Respect
Don Roscoe

MISUNDERSTOOD

How could they not understand? This is a question that I asked when we are forced to retaliate because justice has been prejudiced against us throughout many years, pushing us to live with so many fears due to the deep tones of internalized oppression that was passed along several generations of our ancestors, what normal person with a civilized mind hoards a hate-filled heart towards another for their cultural relations with nature that a higher source created? Despite skin color, ethnic origin, political affiliation, socio-economic status, sexual orientation or religious belief – our ultimate purpose is to live life in peace,

But through the years of political tyranny anger and power has caused us to hate one another, in depths that we’ve lost the capacity to have empathy for others who suffer from the same struggle,

The world has become a place of poverty and servitude, organized and designed so that white supremacy will forever rule, they’re consumed with the belief that all poors are entitled to unjust rewards, a ritualized tradition that prevents the majority from moving forward, this is an act of conscience conscienceness that should be considered blasphemy to the lord,

It’s sad to admit the feeling of being left out of that we’re unable to identify with those who suffer it, when the results clearly indicates that we all should begin putting up a different fight for human rights,

The land of dignity, freedom, fairness, and decency? But the system is influenced by the consideration of race that refuses to recognize all human life equally, how could you not understand a fighter of oppression? How could a person declare someone as less than human by placing them in the category of another, refusing to see them as an equal being who deserves the same respect and hospitality and equality that they want for themselves? Do the system expect the oppressed to continue living through all the domestic turmoil of this nation without putting up a fight? We’ve exhausted every available avenue for a positive solution that we hoped would’ve rectified the ugly spirit that has grip the soul of this nation, our calls have been ignored continuously, which has led to a new strategy – FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE!!! Our hands were forced so how could you not understand??