Introduction
Incarceration often brings about profound challenges and experiences that shape one’s perspective on life. Anthony has found a powerful outlet for his thoughts and emotions through writing. In this post, we share a collection of his poignant reflections, where he candidly expresses the trials he endures, the feelings he grapples with, and the realities he has witnessed during his time behind bars. Through his words, Anthony offers a unique insight into the complexities of life in prison, shedding light on the human spirit’s resilience and the importance of sharing one’s story. Join us as we delve into his impactful writings and explore the deeper meanings behind his experiences.
When I was sentenced to life I felt that my life came to an end Little did I know That my life would really just begin again I know I’ve made many mistakes And a lot of dumb things But what I didn’t see Was a way prison could help me change I first got here I was still up to my same OK self Running around doing a lot of stupid stuff An none of it was good for my health I was still using drugs And getting a lot of tattoos If it was breaking the rules Then it was something I was down to do I had life without parole So I could really care less I could just act put an let go I was placed on long term I had to do 4&1/2 long years In that time I lost my grandma & dad Which caused me to shed many tears When I was released from the hole I thought I had learned my lesson But the rules and guidelines I was still testing I was once more placed on long term Which has led me to this point now To see what I am doing And where my mind is I can only say wow I’ve begin to try an make a change I’m trying now to help others and myself I’m striving purposefully to growth And I’m worried about others as well as myself I took time to write a book Hoping & praying it will open a door I’m trying to express myself with a pen Hoping it might lead to more True I still have life without parole What does that even really mean? I am still locked inside of prison By that doesn’t stop me from having a dream!
“HOW THEY WRONG US”
This is my life inside the NC DOP So just allow me to say… How it really is living… Locked down 23 hours a day You can’t do anything So you must rely on someone else End when the situation at hand Might concern your health When the officers pay you no mind What must you do? Just to get their attention Is act like a fool Kick on your door or hold good trap It’s time to cut up Just to get medical attention Which has the officers suiting up They come 7 deep to my cell Staring hatefully in my face Now they are carrying a shock shield And a big can of mace First they mace you Then they open your door Then they shock you with 50 thousand volts An slam you on the floor They put on you shackles and cuffs And keep yelling stop resisting Your on the ground not moving Yet they are still punching and kicking One of them ko is you in the head Which has you seeing stars You only needed to see a nurse But now your on a emergency trip to the ER A place to rehabilitate us Is what this is suppose to be Yet it is so far from it If only y’all could truly see Can you now feel my pain Did I help you begin to truly see What it is really like Living inside the NC DOP
“RIP THUG”
I want to tell a story So sit back and pay close attention I don’t want you to miss anything So please relax and listen It started out as any other day Inside the NC DOP Little did we all know It would soon get real crazy A officer sits in the booth Thinking that the day was a pure bore He leans forward an presses a button Which opens up a cell block door A inmate goes inside An the door slowly closes back From that moment on life would change That we know now is a fact A altercation breaks out Between three inmates One has only his bare fists While the others has big sha$nks The ones does all he knows to do He fights with all of his heart By against the steel sha$ks He’s at a disadvantage from the start The officers will come soon he knows So until then he must give it his all Little does he know Today will be his final downfall The officer in the booth Sits watching in shock As the inmate fights while getting stabbed The officer never opens the door to the block Officers crowd the door looking in Watching as he gives it his best Yet all of a sudden He gets hit in the side of his chest Finally the doors opens But it is too late The knife has hit his heart So now death is his only fate That is not even the main part Soon comes in the SBI You may not believe me But all of the officers begin to lie One of the prison officials Even hides the murder weapon in the roof Just to try and cover things up And not reveal the truth Stuff like this will not stop.
“NC DOP”
Pert team pert team Get up their in the core Hearing those words I jump up an run to the door Sure enough their 30 or 40 deep So I start to sit my stuff out in the open So thy don’t mess up my stuff But honest who am I joking Soon enough here they are Looking ready to tear up my shit Two step to my door And they demand me to strip I do as I am demanded to Next I am told to lift up my balls Then turn around squat and cough Then stand and put on my boxers An step up to get cuffed Now its their time To mess up my stuff They waste no time at all As I stand and watch from outside my cell Just watching an shaking my head Thinking what the hell They are now putting all my stuff in bags Which has me blowed But as I continue to watched What I soon see has me throwed They are taking everything out Leaving nothing in my cell Except a thin mattress and pillow I don’t have anything what the hell When my cell is totally empty I don’t have any sheets or a blanket I’m at a loss for words Trying to guess what they are thinking Little did know that this was only the start Of being in a cell with no heat An to make things worse These conditions would last for a while week What the hell I ain’t do shit They did is just for spite So now everyone in the block Decides to go on a hunger strike We want back our stuff So we don’t drink or eat For 6 days to no avail Which has us dead on our feet 7 days later they finally decided To bring us back our stuff Yet now half of our stuff is missing.
Are you serious what the fuck I had things i can’t get back Like family pictures and so much more I can’t do shit about it So I shake my head and wonder what is this all for ShIt like this goes on like its nothing These officers don’t care or respect our rights They do whatever they want to And to the administration it’s all alright What can we do to stop it? Honestly from in here nothing So I write this to world To ask please help us do something Please don’t listen to the prison officials I promise they will only tell you lies We are all humans to So please I beg you to hear our cries All we want is a little justice Just to help make these wrongs right This is all we need an ask of you In order to help us win this fight Yes we are all in prison But can you believe what I am seeing We have all made mistakes Yet we are all still HUMAN BEINGS!!!!