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    Solitary Confinement: When Will it be Unconstitutional?

    The road leading to United States Penitentiary Lewisburg. I did seven months in the Special Management Unit (SMU) in United States Penitentiary Lewisburg before finding out I did not qualify. My custody level is 10. It takes a custody level of 23 to be in a United States Penitentiary. Moreover I have four 300 Series shots [write-ups], which are the equivalent of a speeding ticket in the free world. 4 shots in fifteen years in two of the most violent United States Penitentiaries, and I am...READ MORE


    Solitary Confinement: Released from Darkness

    The road leading to United States Penitentiary Lewisburg. They say “Don’t nothing move but the money”. That’s a fact! However in these circumstances I find myself on the move. Another twenty-months stint in the belly of the Big House, the Special Management Unit at USP Lewisburg, has ended. By the time you all read this I will have been released from the darkness of solitary confinement and left to fend for myself in the wild (general population). A plane trip here. A...READ MORE


    And Still I Rise

    And still I rise, despite those who believe in me not. I trust in myself; sure of my self, crystal clear my aim. Genius may be; certainly a securer of wisdom. Age has not born a fool but made man wiser. No mistaking as to who I am; Grateful for what I am not– Thought to you I am everything and nothing. The master of frivolity, a man full of ignorance. Of me you expect disappointment, in you I see the world. Are you the one they call the smiling foe? Your energies prove to make me...READ MORE


    The Nightmare of Solitude

    It was 3:00 AM when I woke hands shaking, body soaking in cold sweat. Where was I, and why did I feel so alone? My mental and emotional whereabouts, I had no clue. Too tired to feel and yet there I was aching in pain. Prison somehow managed to shatter what was once sacred of promises made. The only thing that had not abandoned I was hardship. Suffering had not changed. Constant has been the random appearances and expected departures– too fast fading friendships How does one escape...READ MORE


    Back to Action

    I am once again in the Special Management Unit at USP Lewisburg among some new and some familiar faces. Though unfortunate, we are trained for all conditions and circumstances and have adopted the mentality that nothing is too much. My court situation, trying to gain my freedom after being given a Life sentence as a juvenile, is giving way to light, but slow in its progress. I’ve waited this long and have definitely learned patience in these times. The people must understand that many...READ MORE



    Remember when the sun seemed to shine forever? Worries were none and life’s struggles could be fixed with tangibles and material nothings. Remember when your man said he was you man? You were too naïve to second guess his words. You had yet to understand what truly made a man a man, let alone your man. Remember your first kid crush? Prince had you offering diamonds and pearls and Jodeci encouraged her to forever be your lady. I guess we can call this “remembering broken...READ MORE


    Solitary Confinement: If These Walls Could Talk

    Recently I was asked, “Am I really alone?” Undeniably so! Along the way I am met by moments of compassion, those who seek to settle my soul. But this journey is mine alone and no matter how hard one strives to relate; my circumstances are unique, thrust upon many but made for one. I do not discount that the pain I feel has spread like disease creating houses of pain throughout the United States. Nevertheless, this house is not my home and so I remain alone. The loneliness I suffer...READ MORE


    This is My Peace

    There are times when my mind runs a million miles a minute and others when the pace is turtle slow. It’s in these moments that I feel focused and at peace, away from the hurried movements of chaos. My surroundings stone still. I am able to witness the world. A hint of the sun through the darkened clouds reminds me not to let go of hope. During this indefinite period I do not see the walls, the bars, the physical barriers. I do not hear the cries, the screams, the slamming of cell doors,...READ MORE


    Prisoner of War

    Reality has yet to set in. The truth of this day has yet to hit me, but when it does I can only assume it will fall upon my existence like a ton of bricks. Isolation is a molestation of one’s freedom, a castration on one’s ability to dwell, unable to live one dies. It’s difficult to dream as I am trapped inside a nightmare. Funny how I feel nothing of elation yet everything of pain. Was I made to suffer? What is the meaning? Emotionally emptied by this experience my tears do...READ MORE


    Institutionalized Mind: The Breaking Process

    “If a man is without education… he lives within the narrow, dark and grimy walls of ignorance. He is a poor prisoner without hope. The little light that he gets comes to him as through dark corridors and grated windows… to deny education to any people is one of the greatest crimes against human nature.” – Frederick Douglass “If we do not hang together, we shall surely hang separately.” – Benjamin Franklin In prison one comes face to face with the...READ MORE

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