Frustration
I've been catching hell—
in a disciplinary confinement cell.
From a no-good corrupt ass administration
causing me so much mental frustration

I have no help—
got no support
I've even reached out—
to the United States District Court

On the frustrations
of these federal
constitutional violations.

So far there's been
no luck.
I surely seem...
to be stuck.

I'm talking some serious
retaliation.
From this corrupt ass
prison administration.

Setting me up
with bogus Dr.s
to keep me behind
DC bars.

No law library,
no recreation.
We're talking about
a lot of frustration.

I can't even...
get out the word.
For my friend doesn't want...
me to be heard.

Says I'm sarcastic
angry to a fault.
But it's human atrocities
I'm bring to a halt.

You're either for...
or you're against.
You can't straddle
both sides of the fence.

I'm in here...
up under the gun.
And believe me, baby,
this is no fun.

But I'm fighting
for human rights.
For those too weak
or unwilling to fight.

I say, baby—
I'm in the dirty south.
As she slaps her hand
up over my mouth.

My pen was gaining
a fine stroke.
When I learned my blog
was little more than a joke.

For hell—
I can't even be real
and say what
I truly feel.

I want to define...
to speak my mind.
To bust this corrupt
ass administration's behind.

But I'm unable...
For my friend's unwilling
to let me show...
the blood they're spilling.

For I'm trying to bring
to a halt.
Officer on
inmate assaults.

Stopping all...
the corruption within.
The FDOC—
and what amounts
to the devil's den.

Try to say
farewell.
To a night of hell
in a tiny ass strip cell.

Am I angry?
You damn right!
That's my motivation
to win this fight!

written Nov. 23, 2011
Ronald W. Clark Jr.
The Death Row Poet

January 26, 2012
This poem, Frustration, I wrote back in November, I sent out close to 30 something blogs, and my friend didn't want to post them. I'll admit I was writing with a lot of anger directed towards this administration here at UCI. But what I was saying... I wanted the world to hear. The blog is what caused the retaliation against me, and then in the middle of this battle, I had no platform to speak from. Which is why I now write over here. I don't want to write fluff. I just want to be me and I want to be heard.