Black Reality

by Jerrell Copeland

Poetry, Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility/OAR writing contest, August 2021

As the soul cries
within the eyes

that look through the windowpane

enslaved caged thoughts think freedom really bring better days.

To be the answer or not to be

the easy way distracts one from the question.

Helpless, time comes and tosses

those whom are doomed not to elude the catcher.

Free dumb taught by the Master

sale the Black

you know what comes after.

Father time fatherless to my kind oh what a disaster,

for he runs out not to teach the seconds that passes.

As the clock watches hour tic toc vanish

the minute we find happiness it’s banished.

Behind barbwire fences concrete cinder blocks steal bars

and doors that are locked where our loves eventually love another

brothers forget brothers and the hearts torn,

punish, crushed belong to our dear mothers.

This is Black reality

the dark life savagery
its cold in that hole where we go,

so sad to me.

Our pupils envision this is how it has to be.

23 and 1 hour or Sun do what’s right so you don’t have to live like this please.

I beg you to listen so that you may gain understanding and take heed,

a wiseman had a nightmare revealing a ghost dream.

There was a beast called the system

an vicious organism

that couldn’t exist without cells.

Have you heard of it?

It’s Jail.

Unmeasurable in size

it resides wherever there’s a mind,

even in front of our own eyes

we see it not trying to hide

ME. Strong. Power

by Bianca Jones 

Third place, Poetry, Heard/Arlington County Detention Facility/OAR writing contest, August 2021

I been through so much

Trying to be grown, and make up time of being alone

Having a child at 17, when I barely know whats in between

Trying to fit in, trying to be perfect

But was afraid to ask God am I worth it

18 back in forth to jail

I felt like my life was nothing but Hell

19 I was out in about trying to figure things out

People, Family the ones I thought was my friends

Was quick to judge but yet commit the same sins

Everyone thinking they are better than me

Because of my skin or due to them having a degree

22. I stepped to the late, doing what best before its to late

2 young sons, I had to do what I could to maintain my funds

People would laugh, people would joke

but I could care less I had to much hope

Everyday I did what I did

by 25 I was on my 3rd kid

It was never a struggle after 25,

I did what I could to keep me and my kids alive

26 back in jail,

I felt like my life was meant for me to fail

A year later, my life got straighter

finishing college, gaining more knowledge

keeping my life together making it solid

Jail has taught me a lesson

that to always count your blessings

take advantage of the things you have

God will never let the devil in your path

Now I look at life, in talk with a laugh

because I wouldn’t be great if it wasn’t for my past

A brighter smile,

A brighter me

My 3 sons made the best of me

Now I’m stronger

Now I’m wiser

I have always been a fighter

I missed some shots, but caught my rebound

And Guess what…

You could NEVER BREAK ME DOWN!