I am a first-time offender serving a life sentence required by this country’s WAR ON DRUGS.
I have spent 28 years — half of my life — in federal prison, kept away from my only child, Miquelle West.
I am not a poet. I would never profess to be something I am not!
This poem was birthed out of pain.
The pain of separation.
The pain of my decision to protect my daughter instead of saving myself.
The pain I feel for destroying both of our lives.
A pain so sharp it chokes me and makes it hard to…
BREATHE Inhale Life the one I once had Memories of my daughter Make me happy & sad Exhale the noise the filth the germs the b.s. Inhale Things I taught her Walk with your head up Proud You are beautiful fabulous feminine Be a lady at all times Does she still remember? Exhale same things different day work call 4:00 count mail call 10 minute moves recall lights out Inhale 300 minutes Daily calls Dialogue Between us & them Emotions Ride like a roller coaster Exhale the anger the frustration the good times/bad this is a test I wish I never had