Is a Mentality/Life$tyle that I created and developed while doing this time in prison because most people in here speak on doing Great & Amazing things when they are released from prison but some may never be released from prison, so I had to process that and challenge that narrative […]
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Blessings to anyone who is reading dis. If the good Lord sees it fit I will be out dis time next year. I just feel like it is my time for my NOVA to shine, that is a bright star that lights up when it gets hot. In life people
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Change Doesn’t Work Overnight It’s A Process For Those Who Want To Change. With The Choice Of Change You Decide To Make Can Either Build Or Destroy Something That’s Going To Better You Or Make You Worse. The First Step To Change Is By Looking In The Mirror To Get
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As the lights suddenly became dim, and the crowd’s attention was drawn to the sparkle of her riveting red ensembles of rubies, pink diamonds, and costume crystals, in her thoughts there was only one true girl… “And the winner is!!”. Each woman is the builder of herself. If she is
By: Cordell Mitchell Jr. (626-233)Aka #Poetry’s Heartbeat ‘What is art?Because the first thing that is usually thought of isCanvases by the masses…Classic lines with curved passagesThat orchestrate the clashes of colored passionsUsually in the form of paintings, Drawings, sometimes Sculptures or pictures of that matter;But ART is so much more
By: Cordell Mitchell Jr (626-233)Aka #Poetry’s HeartbeatContact at www.JPAY.com ‘I have a vision;Represented by God and I:A nation;Painted;On the imagination of my mind’s eye.Canvas…Smooth surface…Orchestrated by God’s creative strokes…Brush of ALL colors,Blended with ALL KINDS of folks.MY IMAGINATIONSees the actuality of the American dream;No need to ‘bear arms’Poverty schemesOr the
By: Cordell Mitchell Jr. (626-233)AKA #Poetry’s Heartbeat “White walls;Empty, yet full of history.Unable to speak-But witnesses to what we can’t see;From the outside looking in…Next to a window pane;I see scars from your past pain;That strains to be revealedFrom under this thick layer of white paint.Or was it blue underneath?Or
Written by: C. Beatty-Jones/JU$$.Chris, The Poet Third iriscatches glimpse of lighthousein spaceunburdened by timevoid of lightand yeta lantern glows therelent hands to the abysspull from the darknessa shriveled roseblossomingat the caresses of warm raysmoist petalssticky to the touchshimmer in the lightlike that of dew kissed grass bladeson a morning’s sunriseyou
Sitting here day in and day out wondering what society is doing, what society thinks of me and the people around me. Does society think I’m a bad person? Does anyone in society beyond my family know that I’m here? Does anyone in society even know of the struggles a
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The truth out lives a lie. “Truth exists; only falsehood has to be invented”. Truth will rise above falsehood as oil above water. White lies leave black marks on your reputation. You can’t stretch the truth, without making your story look pretty thin. And when you stretch the truth, it
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