Paper Craine
Jesse B.
Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August 2019
My Beautiful Misery
My Beautiful Misery
Marcos P.
Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August, 2019
Its anguish, and painful sorrow flowing through
my blood stream.
Every time she leave the visitation swear my soul
bleed.
You ever see a rose bloom in a dark crease
thats me when my baby say she love me.
Her eyes tell me what she feel when her spirit is
hurting.
Cry to me and tell me all your issues I’m at your
service.
My smile is a curtain cause I can’t leave
her burden worrying about the worthless jailbird
in a caged nest.
Hyperventilating, my chest cave’s in
When I’m all alone in my cell
I miss her soft lips kisses taste like daises.
on the phone with her, the passion in her
make me laugh and giggle said its one minute
left now I wanna cry a river.
Your the word real in its purest form.
No human I know is authentic the way you counsel.
You were the damsel in distress and I’m the hero
who flew and caught you, without a parrachute
Cause when I seen that brilliant smile almost
went blind and I almost dropped you.
Your feet touch the ground at your residence.
Already I’m thinking backwards how the angels sent you
or they threw you out heaven window and
I came to rescue.
You hear the pain I expose when I vent to you
Pretty young thing make my feelings turn the color blue
Relaxation, wasn’t regulations, just recreation
when I chilled with you.
Them suckas still hating cause I’m ugly and
your beautiful
No Dej loaf you my sainity a halo.
When prison walls constricted on me,
you was my, devilish angel
I’m a connoisseur of her parts she’s my
noah’s ark.
Battling wars were back to back brawling
If I slip, in a deep pit, who you think will be,
right there to save me her, hands and knees
crawling.
My women is a gorgeous thing God’s
sacred gift.
I wouldn’t want to wake up if shawty did
not exist
If we die and disappear I hope our souls
both lift, Look boo
I’ll by lying if I said I didn’t love you.
Trying to get you out my head but I can’t hide
the truth.
Words got qouted we done spoke it X & O’s we use
X & O letters written X & O sweet lyrics,
I’m lost for words can’t let her know
Cause this what happens when you let a hitta
get to close
Or when you let me kiss your body head to
your toes
You done gave me the key and I unlocked the door
I love the way you stare at me peircing my soul.
We intertwine like margaritas you my aquafina
would call you mammacita but you more a classic chicka
Who ever lost you is deppressed cause your more
than a keeper.
I pray for you before I rest I hope I never leave
you. Money don’t intrigue you. You see between
the evil without you I catch a fever
You my blue sky to a cloudy day
or the sunshine when the rain fades.
No matter what they talking about don’t ever go away.
Cause I get in my feelings when you walk away.
Don’t leave me like a stranger
I know that time can change you
I threw away my banger to get your heart stuck in tangles
Every time I think about you a star blows up
I know you feel the same about me, don’t betray
my trust.
Hate Dies, Love Arrives
Hate Dies, Love Arrives
Abdullah A.
Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August, 2019
Happiness, What is happiness
When I smile at others,
And they smile back at me
That is happiness.
Your smile can change my mind
When anger wants to take control
It can loosen the tension I feel
Deep down in my soul.
When I smile at others
It affects the way they act
Quite often I’ll discover
That they are smiling back.
My smile sends out a message
About the love I share today
My love gets stronger
Each and every time that I pray
My smile is contagious
When it’s spread around
My smile can lift you up
And will never let you down
My smile is like a package
As if it’s fragile
I don’t know about tactics
But I know about smiles
My smile is passed along
As I travel through time,
I can’t help to eliminate friction
But I can help your mind
Is my smile a test
I don’t know
But my smile is the best
Which I don’t have to express.
When I want to bless someone
If only for a while
I show the love within my heart
By giving them a smile.
So with all my heart I smile
Therefor love arrives
And then whom I don’t smile
The hate arrives.
Hard
Hard
Andy M.
Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, August, 2019
Its hard to see the light when nothing but darkness surrounds me,
Its hard to feel her love at the visits when it’s a glass in between,
Its hard to feel at all when pain has made you indifferent
Its hard to call people friends when everyone keeps switching.
Its hard to go home when all these people keep snitching.
Its hard to talk to my kids when my baby mother keep tripping
Its harder to say its my fault cuz I keep going to jail and going missing,
Im a deadbeat dad and it’s hard to admit it,
Its hard to see my mom at the visits and tell her I should have listened,
Its hard to see my future knowing that I have lost my vision
Its hard to keep a grip when my thoughts keep slipping
Its hard to go to sleep when my mind keeps racing
Its hard to lay down at night cuz I keep pacing
Its hard, lifes hard, I kept saying
Its hard, hard, hard, hard!
Its hard not to stress out!
When it feels like my life has caved
Blackfoot Apostle
Eric Stewart, Arlington County Detention Center
There’s many reasons to liberate on this behalf.
There’s a percentage within me that was explained by grandma.
From genetics to attributes, hazel eyes and good hair.
Within the adults it blossoms, still there.
It’s barely noticeable, as I get older I see with flair.
Something else that caught me by surprise was the time and place of grandma’s confession.
She was precise, authentic and peaceful when she opened a book of sequel.
Had an album with pictures and names of people.
Words can’t explain how the wisdom was a sudden shock as a nineteen year old lad.
I was so used to being ignored, but her eyes told me to hold fast (sit-down).
Always knew I was a leader and the intuition was obvious.
Growing up I was head-strong, fairly conscious.
Always wanted to change a situation to make things better for my dreams.
As the middle-child being courageous is what grandma saw in me.
Being called “Curious George” because of asking a lot of questions,
I had to find out myself and I did being aggressive.
Politics and friends was a “Head on” interest with passion.
Became agitated faster.
Wanted to lead my Generation but
Snap Back to reality.
Being too young I had to settle being unhappy.
Had broken laws, But education will also hail those to follow.
Grandma’s the Blackfoot Indian and I am her apostle.
Truly,
Dre
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