by Shawn Ali
Last night while the Eastham TX Prison Unit slept, my stealthy mind took tip-toe steps. Shhh. I dodged the beams of light. I defied the brick, the tower, and the fence —— I leapt! Into the dreams of freedom, I left. As I do every night, I used ropes of reasoning and the textured tunnels of my thoughts to escape my prison predicament. We got one loose, boys. Don’t forget, idiot, my body is only one part of my existence. Superior are my mind/soul, so please don’t underestimate the power of higher intelligence; it’s introspective so it’s unlimited.
Indirect, they’ve tried to use demoralizing practices and tactics to confine my mind, but no man-made restraint would fit, ha. I’ve broken every single one of them. There’s not a lock in this prison my imagination can’t pick. I told you (wink), I’m already in. Mischievous grin — I know something you don’t, actually, I know a lot more, because you are body-oriented, and I’m more dependent on my mind to survive — my adventure is only about to begin.
Natural selection, Institutional evolution, Mental mutations. Your unjust experiment achieved the direct opposite of what you expected. Look at me when I’m talking to you. There is no defeat and no demise. I said look in my eyes, I just want to thank you for the superpowers that you supplied.
I look within, and I’m a better man than I’ve ever been. My struggles have made me stronger, go ahead, implement a new rule or restriction, I’m resilient, I’ll adapt, I’ll grow, and I won’t quit. It’s going to take a lot more than 20 years behind prison bars to get me to give in. Don't regret, don't regress, don't relent, you made this. That’s it, SNAP! your institutional whip and add to my immeasurable pain. Are you satisfied? There, I admit, I’m a human that hurts as one of your enslaved convicts. That’s all you got for punishment, c’mon, give me more you weak bitch.
I knew that statement would inflame and incite your inner disciplinarian. Tell me where to go, tell me what to do, tell me how to do it, tell me a hundred times to hear yourself talk, that’s it, get high on your authority, now I’m feeling it. More pain . . . more.
My pain expands my character, enriches the treasures inside of me, and enhances my gifts. I’m a positive product, by my own volition, of a crooked system. A system of mass incarceration, zealous, at the slightest hint of ‘intent’ to arrest and convict. Some guilty and some - like me - who are innocent. But who cares, right? As long as you get your votes to be elected.
In the 1980’s my words would be irrelevant, because everyone was guilty back then, even if it took a little tampering with evidence and coercing or misleading witnesses to get a conviction. Then DNA evidence exposed decades of judicial corruption and contempt. Oh, so they were innocent. Yes bitch. And you did it, knowingly and willingly. Now who’s the criminal? A man with a crack-rock in his pocket or a prosecutor, detective, or politician who destroyed a person’s life and legacy, divided a family, and robbed children of a parent?
That’s it. I’m done. Put my body back inside my tiny cell. Slam the metal door. (Inhaling deeply) However, my mind has never felt more free. The sun is rising — wake up Eastham! Good morning everyone, this is a good day to do some time.
Natural selection, Institutional evolution, Mental mutations. Your unjust experiment achieved the direct opposite of what you expected. Look at me when I’m talking to you. There is no defeat and no demise. I said look in my eyes, I just want to thank you for the superpowers that you supplied.
I look within, and I’m a better man than I’ve ever been. My struggles have made me stronger, go ahead, implement a new rule or restriction, I’m resilient, I’ll adapt, I’ll grow, and I won’t quit. It’s going to take a lot more than 20 years behind prison bars to get me to give in. Don't regret, don't regress, don't relent, you made this. That’s it, SNAP! your institutional whip and add to my immeasurable pain. Are you satisfied? There, I admit, I’m a human that hurts as one of your enslaved convicts. That’s all you got for punishment, c’mon, give me more you weak bitch.
I knew that statement would inflame and incite your inner disciplinarian. Tell me where to go, tell me what to do, tell me how to do it, tell me a hundred times to hear yourself talk, that’s it, get high on your authority, now I’m feeling it. More pain . . . more.
My pain expands my character, enriches the treasures inside of me, and enhances my gifts. I’m a positive product, by my own volition, of a crooked system. A system of mass incarceration, zealous, at the slightest hint of ‘intent’ to arrest and convict. Some guilty and some - like me - who are innocent. But who cares, right? As long as you get your votes to be elected.
In the 1980’s my words would be irrelevant, because everyone was guilty back then, even if it took a little tampering with evidence and coercing or misleading witnesses to get a conviction. Then DNA evidence exposed decades of judicial corruption and contempt. Oh, so they were innocent. Yes bitch. And you did it, knowingly and willingly. Now who’s the criminal? A man with a crack-rock in his pocket or a prosecutor, detective, or politician who destroyed a person’s life and legacy, divided a family, and robbed children of a parent?
That’s it. I’m done. Put my body back inside my tiny cell. Slam the metal door. (Inhaling deeply) However, my mind has never felt more free. The sun is rising — wake up Eastham! Good morning everyone, this is a good day to do some time.
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