A Space for Writers of the World
To have a world without prisons
Every man every woman would have
To unlock the person inside themselves.
The prisons they built, the prisons they’ve become
Metropolitan Detention center
Penitentiary of New Mexico
Southern New Mexico Correctional
CCA Women’s Correctional, on and on…
These are reflections of the prisons
We’ve built in ourselves,
Here’s another list of prisons:
Selling drugs to hurting souls and treating
Them less than, to act like a King Pin, an
Arrogant, greedy, imbecile, who has no
Spiritual belief except money and material things
And still won’t wake up – penitentiary.
Here’s another “Pinta:”
I can’t control my anger because I’m a jealous coward
Who’s in love with a promiscuous woman with low self-esteem
And now I’ve beat her half way to death,
Penitentiary in your mind – facility
A lot of people go to this other Big House:
I’m too prideful, fearful, and dishonest
That I can’t stop hiding
Behind drugs and don’t know how to work
Because I’m too lazy and would rather steal,
Running in circles,
Addiction – detention.
The world is what it is and society
Doesn’t want us if we’re not willing
To unlock ourselves from the bars and
Razor wire we’ve placed ourselves into.
We made the prisons; we made the law
And we can’t blame society for the
Life we chose.
These things aren’t what we are
It’s what we’ve become.
Face your fear, put yourself in the light;
so you can throw all of
What locks you up and kills you, away
And put it where it belongs… in the past.
Then you can walk in true freedom and see a new world
With new eyes
Freedom is the loss of heartache
Freedom is the movement of your perception,
From indulgence to silently
Being satisfied with nothing
Freedom isn’t in the streets,
it’s in your mind
Freedom is sobriety and
Waking up to yourself.
Freedom is loving yourself
Freedom is letting go
of those relationships and attachments
that you’ve wasted your energy on.
Freedom is giving in to the good and
being happy with what you’ve got.
You may ask, what do you have?
I have me and all that makes me, me inside.
With nothing to want or a habit to need.
Freedom is my responsibility.
When I was a child, I was a rabbit,
In my own world innocent
When I was twelve I became a coyote
Surviving on good times, wild and rebellious.
When I was a young adult, I changed
Into a snake
Indulging, slithering, taking.
When I was in my early thirties and even
Now, I’m an owl
Knowing with no restraint
Yet wisdom is on the verge
At my door are hoof prints of a buffalo
Strength with a gently air is my goal
A medicine to lead others into the Sun
One day I want to be an eagle
Powerful with wings of understanding
To soar through the heavens
Fallowing a spirit that never ends.