Category Archives: Social commentary

“Hard Living Easy Struggle”

“Hard Living Easy Struggle”
Today i realized that its hard to Live and so easy to struggle. Sometimes i cry from stress of struggle. Over time i felt a need for speed to live, but the hurt an pain of struggle showed me reality is real. Reality showed me there are two things guaranteed for us to bare, thats pain and suffering and life an death. You can never run from what is destined to be, So much Karma i pray God allow my soul to be at peace. We as people are dying to live. But we are so blinded by our souls that we are simply living to die. I was also taught that people were put in this world for one reason/(a purpose). But then at times that confuses me, I don’t know i guess this is who i was destined to be. Only God can show me who i am or who i am to be. Never be afraid to cry. Be afraid to cry inside. Showing a teaful smile filled with Disappointment of failures on the road of doing right. God knows i weigh sins of forgiveness, walked in so much darkness only you can be my witness. When we’re in the dark you see who’s really with you, but to blinded to see God is always with you. Honestly i hope my pain is felt, Cause each day gone is another day left. Soon it will be time to breathe, I just pray that the struggle allows me to be free. No one is perfect an never will be, Love an learn from mistakes an understanding experiences make you see who you are chosen to be. Love what you have an be grateful, for what you don’t. I thank God forgiving me wisdom, for waking me up everyday an for every meal, also for the understanding of struggle and the will to live.
By: Wayne Roberson (St8 Shot)
I also want to give a shout out to Willie (King Coe) Coe, he was lockdown for standing for our rights against the police. If you read this S.L.P for life My Brother

AmeriKKKa: Poetry from behind enemy lines

AmeriKKKa
By: Robert Jones
AKA Universal “Da Flauq”
The color of my skin won’t contradict this proclamation / Until our eyes visualize the end of segregation / America is bias and don’t seek justification / It makes you wonder who’s the head of the United Nation / And will they help us with the racist and discrimination / They’ll rather orchestrate the violence of the TV station / Wildfires, school shooting, police brutalization / What’s crazy they is not the only one, dating / Once we sit down start having subconscious meditation / You’ll believe in socialism just like that Queen Stacey Abrams / We need more people like her politics they should persuaded / They hate the revolution but the world it needs some changing / Kids think it’s cool selling drugs and walking round with banger / They Hood celebrities can’t say that’s not the same as famous / To live in peace what I’ve been waiting for no longer patients To see somebody hit that seat ain’t Klan or a Mason /

“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.

An Appeal by a Transgender Prisoner for Unity

Valdosta State Prison is fully out of control. On August the 8th 2018 an inmate killed another inmate. It has been a very hot summer here, so much violence, stabbings, so many deaths this year and the year is not over! The problem is people incarcerated are not understanding it’s time to set aside the hate, envy, beef with each other this is a time we as human beings need to come together no matter what gender! Unity is strength, unity is love, unity is hope, unity is completeness, unity is correction, unity we will stand, get answers. Without doubt in prayers this is from a heart that have been trouble so many years of incarceration. Divided we all continue to fall no matter what beef you have with another, come together is foremost going to get better results! Stop killing each other! And fight, confront reality and be a source of empowerment to each other! One another stand for what each them all tiny, small, or else it’s going only get worser! Divided we fall. Recognize or get recognized
Written by my pain and long struggles by chance tears reach its destination as I am fully transgender seeking hope, a new growth, I’ve been incarcerated 19 years totally this journey has been a war, still is a war.  Never accept defeat despite our incarceration or color. I’m talking all humankind in best regards. I am a beautiful person in caged within behind these walls. If there’s anyone that would like to write me please do. In all due respect I’m here I solely exist for the poor, blind, and the foremost anyone.. True.. 
In best regards,
Loyalty 
Never forget loyalty 
Never betray another..
Recognize 
or get recognized
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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

Unity

Unity in these times is a necessity. Families are constantly being separated. And a fatal destruction awaits our communities without the efforts to unify. As we grow in institutions that contains disunified groups. But before I go any further you should have a clear understanding so I’ll specify. (The institutions are our communities and the disunified groups are our families.)
Now as we grow in institutions that contains disunified groups will allow some to stray and cause many to fend for their own. But if we build to change and develop unity our families it will lessen the high probability of the youth to fend for their own, which will give them a chance at avoiding being another statistic. I grow up in a very dysfunctional family most on drugs or caught up in the street life is what we call it. It consists of illegal doings and violence. Which is where I felt right at home not because of what I’m used to, but because there was no unity nor a sense of care amongst my family. So I strayed on a journey in search for something I knew existed but never had. Now I’m facing a life sentence plus five for the lack of knowledge and my curiosity for things that should have been provided to me during my childhood. But because of division I became a statistic. No education, and hardships through mass incarceration. Unity is important because it will bring the teachings, the love, care and etc. I see it as if we’re unified as a whole it itself will bring change upon the community (so let’s unify).

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

Gentrification = Genocide

Greetings comrades, since around 2006-07 throughout Augusta Atlanta and Savannah Georgia; City officials have been “closing down” its government-funded housing projects. When I first noticed this regime, I didn’t fully know the reason why? I thought that it was because of the violence within said communities… Wrong!

There was a bigger play at stake. GENOCIDE!! The longtime residents of Gilbert Manor, Underwood Homes and Cherry Tree Crossing in Augusta. Bowen Homes, Perry Homes, Carver Homes of Atlanta, Strapmore, Hitck Village, and Garden Homes in Savannah were forced into homelessness!!

Unjustly displaced from their longtime homes for money interest and population controlling methods. I had this conversation with a decent minded individual and he said that the government didn’t leave us without homes… I agreed to an extent, because they do give vouchers for Section 8. But in the neighborhoods that accept them, the cost of utilities outweigh the funds available.

Housing: land as a human right for all semicolon not a privilege and the city’s plans to redevelop and gentrify these cities of Georgia as well as the entire U.S. as a whole is contradictory. It was already a struggle for survival in America, that is why are Urban Housing Development was created. The struggle continues today, so what would give the capitalist class enemy be ideal that going from $150.00 rent to $300.00 with 200.00 utilities to 600.00 utilities wouldn’t be compromising to the individual??

The labor aristocracy are moving into the redeveloped communities and overtaking the neighborhoods and their cultural diversity. They’re setting back or struggle another 20 years. It’s like giving us rope to pull ourselves in, but then snatching the rope back. Violence is violence whether it be within the urban community or Parkland High School or the Middle East. We are a nation: a group of people on one piece of land with a common economy, common language, and national psychology. Black, white or brown. We can redevelop our own hoods one at a time. All it takes is the vision. The hardest and longest part of walking a mile, is take the first step.

If not us; who? If not now; when??? J.F.K. peace comrades of struggles. Good work to BLAQman sear and Ocki Khalil… I’m witcha! KING COE tha Great!!

BLACC CANDLE INCARCERATED

The unsoothing sight of an unsettling picture welcomes misery in this traumatized moment. Silently we reflect on the things that brought us happiness and joy rather than the possibility of a future that offers discomfort.

The sudden sounds of distress piercing the tranquility of one’s mental solitude often times shatters what hope remains for reformation and rehabilitation, disrupted by the mighty roars of the affects of suffering from incarceration.

The root of our shortcomings has introduced us to a world of violence, racism, corruption, deprivation and other injustices. But recapturing an accurate understanding of black history could excite transitioning if we’re lucky.

Coming to fruition, surrounded by chaos, is a positive awakening, stemming from decades of my people participating in our own dehumanization, ridding ourselves of all senses of humiliation.

It wasn’t by chance that we were born blacc in America, where we’re considered pariahs defined by our skin color by a system of white supremacists who set traps to dismantle us.

It is only necessary we determine the content of our character by replaying the history of our lives as well as those of our ancestors, present times used to bring awareness to our youth of future scenarios.

How much work is required to repair the damage done? Where there’s a lack of fire in the drive of our adolescent sons, death or incarceration will be the outcome once that candle has burned…

By Robert Watkins #1245402

Climate Change: A Real Threat to Our Existence

Rush Limbaugh put out false information as to the arctic ice cap expanding over 500,000 square miles. Yet the truth is the polar ice cap has melted and receded probably twice that many miles within the past 30 years. The earth is on the ledge of extinction and all Trump is focused on is making money from investments in fossil fuels through the different business ventures he and his KKKronies are pursuing. Is climate change real? It’s as real as the living breaths we humans take in order to continue living. So the question is why the humans on this planet are allowing themselves to be manipulated into believing we as a whole are not destroying ourselves, but most importantly our future existence. Around this planet food sources are rapidly disappearing! The soils in all corners of this world have been gradually poisoned and are now producing less than mankind has ever known. Sooner than later the Earth won’t be able to sustain life, which will be the end to our existence. The super rich are building all types artificial environments in both inner and outer space hoping their efforts will allow them and their children to survive what they know is the inevitable. It’s like they want to see if they can accomplish what was shown on the TV series “100”. They will be sadly mistaken in their deliberate ignoring of scientific fact, the climate decline and effect are real. In Broward County Florida, the local government accept the reality of the sea level rising due to global warming and have / are taking steps to adapt to the eventual event of flooding and the submerging of its coastal land and properties that sit on the land. Every means to elevate land and buildings on beachfront properties are being put into action. It’s clear the effects of global warming will negatively affect humans economically and physically in too many ways to count. There will be food shortages around this globe which will leave millions to suffer a life of starvation and deprivation. The world as a whole will eventually become one of violence and desperation. Only the strong and determined will find ways to survive. The super rich are building space stations in order to survive and avoid the perils of the dead and dying Earth. As food sources disappear the common man and woman will come to the realization that their labor was used to bring about their very own suffering and eventual extinction of all on this dying planet. This is the legacy humans are leaving for future generations to come. Is climate change real? Rest assured it’s as real as the nose on your face!

Respectfullysubmitted,

I am Kelevin J Stevenson #570391
V.S.P. PO Box 5368
Valdosta, GA 31603