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Shared Feelings
What can you do when you feel another's pain when hearing their ailment makes you feel the same?
What can you say when there's nothing to say, praying to God that it will just go away?
What do you do when there's so much on your plate, being forced to eat when you've already ate?
What shall you think over the course of time, aware of the highs and lows of the human mind?
What happens in the future, whatever you do, remember: I'm here and I feel your pain too.
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This poem was designed for an inmate who was in total distress. What sparked his anger was he was given a pair of sneakers in used and terrible condition. One had a missing lace. He asked several times for a lace and he was totally ignored. Soon he exploded and seven years of anger followed. Some of the things mentioned crumbled my soul, especially the number of family members he had lost while being incarcerated. Another presently has cancer.
Looking back on my past incarceration period, I can not only see the most vicious possible acts but how organized they have been, right down to the day(s) of occurrence. Being more aware of past acts, I put safeguards in to not prevent but lessen the upcoming blow I foresaw. Not realizing that even safeguards meant nothing to such organized acts. From the lowest to the highest.
Ever since (or before) 2009, I've been playing a game of chess without my queen. I've become a target to a well-organized group that thought I thought was diminished, going out of their way to anger even those who are putting their best foot forward. There's nothing that can be done inside these walls to anger me, but every morning I wake up, I awaken with...
TOTAL DISGUST!
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8/21/11
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