by Horace Williams
Poetry, Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility/OAR writing contest, August 2021
My first time of incarceration started in 1979
Back then it was such a different time
And considering where I am today
Should have been enough to make stay away
Please be advised that my age is 69
While a good conversation is so hard to find
Feel like I’m lost in a capsule of time
Young men pants below there waist trying to
Feel their shrine
7A was my first unit in proven ground
Cocaine & heroin still in my system please let
me go lay down
My C.R.U. She’Ro appeared and set me down
Man – this may direct me to my cap & gown
Work shops & group programs gave me a edge
Dome how some days I miss my Bed
Generation, Incarceration Anticipation
Whether its Jews, Spanish, African – Ethiopian
Young men chewing that fat – and I hear is
Nigga Dis & Nigga Dat
Now these young men seem to have created a bond
This is what the Rap Music Industry spit out
and called a song
I share in the groups hoping these young men will
feel my shame
Hopefully when group is over they will feel my
pain
After 39 months here I’m finally walking down
this number
Shall I say say thank you God fore there were
days I wonder
Yall know I’m old enough to become a A.A.R.P
member
Hopefully I’m release in the month of December
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