by redclay | Aug 26, 2022 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry
Repeat
by Shazell Robinson-Hardy
Poetry, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, July 2022
No sleep! Interrupted by the sounds of jiggling keys,
That’s every quarter on a clock that you can’t even see,
Try to read, but the story in that book is not what you need,
Get up hopeful to a breakfast tray that you can’t eat,
With fake meat, make up your bed real neat,
Or you will get written up on a violation sheet,
And get locked down for the rest of the week,
Every morning is on repeat,
Breakfast, 7 lockdown, 11 lunch 12 noon,
The baloney, turkey and the salami don’t all smell like food,
Just hold your breath and chew cuz this is jail,
And after you swallow you can exhale,
You gon spend most of your days inside your cell,
And you better make it to the TV first,
Get up for your meds when you hear the nurse,
Don’t curse, Things could be worse,
You could be riding in the back of a hearse,
Or already in the dirt,
When you’re wearing your gym shorts you gotta have on
your green t-shirt,
Don’t forget to clean the shower,
Rec is only for 1 hour,
On Thursdays and Saturdays you can shave,
But the razor only has one blade,
And “There will be no extra trays!”
Count your days and your nights,
Everybody on the outside’s money gon be tight,
They gon tell you “This time when do you get out you gotta get it right!”
You gon get a keep separate if you like to fight,
A couple more changes,
Holidays be the hardest,
Know how to greet your sergeants &lieutenants,
Arguments with them you just cannot win em,
Then there’s dinner,
You definitely will be going home thinner,
Starts at 5 and is over at 5:45 but a lot of it can not
be identified, just know it won’t be fried,
Don’t cry,
You only here to do your time, and pay for your crime,
Of course, we’re all innocent,
If anybody breaks a rule you did not witness it,
Cuz you ain’t no snitch,
Nobody here is loyal and they all gon switch,
Always think bigger and be wiser,
Most of your fellow inmates are compulsive liars,
Half of the staff should’ve been fired or never hired,
And a lot of em needa to go ahead and retire,
But you’re an inmate so it’s best to keep quiet,
They already got you on a HIGH CARB DIET without your consent,
Pray daily and remember to repent, because it’s all a test,
If you need anything you have to fill out a request,
Get accepted in a program then go and do your best,
Wait all week for commissary,
Now you gotta pay for your visits,
You still gon pay, even if they miss it,
The nurse come in after midnight just to give you a physical,
No sleep! Disrespectful!
If you doing hair don’t let them catch you,
When you need mental health they gotta put you on their schedule,
And hopefully your charges ain’t federal ’cause the prosecutors
gonna paint you as the devil,
Even though the judge ain’t kind, he can lock up your body
but never your mind, they can’t keep you here forever,
Lockdown is at 11,
Repeat at 7.
by redclay | Aug 26, 2022 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry
Positive
by CF
Poetry, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, July 2022
by redclay | Aug 26, 2022 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry
Elements (Haiku Collection)
by Trulynd W. Hall
First place, Poetry, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, July 2022
by redclay | Aug 26, 2022 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry
Humanization
by Marlow Terry
Second place, Poetry, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, July 2022
If I gave up my position
as the provider does that make
me less than a man?
Am I wrong for feeling like
no one can take care of mine
better than I can?
Am I wrong for feeling by any
means this has to work & if
it doesn’t by any means I
master dirt?
How about when I’m laid off
& my bills are not paid off &
the workforce won’t give my
criminal history a day off?
When the program say no the
budgets to low
am I wrong for not wanting to
ask for thier help anymore?
If I decide to break the law without
harming a soul & my situation changed because
of it do I deserve parole?
If I don’t understand do I have to be
looked at as if I can’t improve
with eviction on the line children on
my mind should I be feeling I have
nothing to lose?
When you fear what’s in your mind
is truth & its design is for you
only to relate to a black man’s shoes
then we don’t want your sympathy but
respect your empathy humanizing the
reality in which a black man moves.
by redclay | Aug 26, 2022 | Creative Writing, Detention Center Writing Contests, Poetry
Obstructed Justice
by Carlos McKethan
Third place, Poetry, Heard/Alexandria Detention Center writing contest, July 2022
Obstruction of justice, but then I ask,
What’s been obstructed?
And whose justice has been violated?
If I recall correctly, the last time that I checked, it was just – us.
Us meaning the souls that have been lost to the system.
The misguided who weren’t provided for,
the misjudged who when trapped in difficult situations didn’t budge,
the mischievous, the misbehaved
who could care less about the grave.
Simply a reactionary manchild who was only taught to be brave
and the misunderstood
who did what they could.
You see, never being one to judge but I can tell when my equilibrium is off,
and the odds aren’t in my favor,
the scale being so lopsided it’s as if I’m walking sideways,
smack into a dead end.
Chaos, where’s its dark and hell is hot,
Can you feel the heat?
Cause in this journey called life, being discriminate ain’t at all discreet.
So I fight my battles with knowledge,
Cause I “know” that “ledge”
and spent plenty of time on that edge.
The edge where emotions are barred
and I’m mentally scarred,
nursing my wounds with my wisdom,
showing my strength thru ways and actions,
understanding the psychology of it all,
so has my justice been obstructed?
Is it rage against the machine?
You see, there’s always been rage but we seem unable to defeat
the machine,
the well oiled machine,
the privy to all information machine,
the worldwide conglomerate machine.
Big Brother.
The biggest brother,
one that’s most definitely from another mother,
eyes everywhere, covering all crevices,
never missing a beat,
arms so long they can touch you from anywhere,
never caring about privacy.
As the world is it’s rivalry.
Not giving a “uhhh”! a while forever spying on me,
building up such rage.
Rage that has been pent up but has been poked so much.
The sleeping giant no longer lays, it’s arisen,
packing the courage of gladiators who only knows one mission:
Battle!
Fights to the death,
but the fight I’m dealing with can’t be won physically,
one must be equipped with mental ammunition,
as we dealing with psychological warfare,
a battle of the minds,
so the mind, body and spirit has to be conditioned,
conditioned to go the distance,
in a never ending battle where obstacles are consistent.
so we learned to navigate around and in between them,
staying forever resistant,
so don’t ever get it twisted and lose vision of the bigger picture:
freedom of the mind
freedom from the fetters that held us down,
and yet I still show resistance,
riding FO.D.A.C.A.U.S.E,
staying down and diligent,
somewhat militant,
still holding resentment.
Resentment for my justice being obstructed,
while the machine is steadily winning while maintaining its function
and still causing rambunction.
Now, ain’t that a conjunction?
Yeah, “obstructed justice”….
Peace.
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