Jan. 8, 2019

The Jungle

From Caged Buttafly by Maisha M. Durham (author's profile)

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The Jungle
Maisha Mahalia c 2018

Wild and untamed minds run rampart
No structure to guide and temper 'em
Marshy land ready to suck 'em down
Bogged down in quicksand, underground
Sounds so distorting and unnerving
It's all a part of the time they are serving
Adapting and comforting to the environment
No wonder minds are twisted and bent
Bent on chaos, destruction and confusion
A tornado of thoughts, the mind losing
Its grip on reality, slipping in the fog
So thick with delusions, lies and all
No escaping the vines of temptation
Lust and greed are of relation
Together they flow through this empty place
Fighting hard to keep them going through paces
Taking away any sanity that might thrive
This jungle called prison is taking young lives

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morning Posted 1 month ago. ✓ Mailed 3 weeks, 1 day ago   Favorite
Dear Maisha,

I just wanted to say to you, your poetry is beautiful and moving! I'm a 'young life', the type of person you're talking about being caught in the jungle. I've never been taken into any sort of reformation system or even been incarcerated, but what I can say is that my uncle would be an amazing man today if he didn't get wrapped up in things and get behind bars so often from an early age. You, like many, address important things in your poems. I just wanted to tell you, that here, outside, there are people here appreciating your work!

Sent with kindness,
Keira

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