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Prison is a cruel world that toughens even the innocent, welding them into the very weapons it was made to destroy. To see that world close up- to prove that I could make it through that world with my soul in tact where so many others had failed- now that I was a dream I wanted to conquer. All I would have to do was something small and insignificant to find myself behind bars. At least that’s what I thought. The truth is no one can escape such a place without learning how to survive th...

Prison is a stark, harsh world that hardens even the most jaded of men, molding them into the very weapons society tries to destroy. Instead of reforming the murderers, the rapists, the thieves, prison refines those skills, perfects them. My intent wasn’t to become a weapon, but to prove to society that I could make it through with my integrity intact. I had lived my entire life, terrified that I would never have the respect I gave so freely to others. I wanted to prove that I could do someth...

The world rests on shoulders, Weary with its weight These shoulders glide in ease, Lighting up rooms with affection. Others lower their heads, Their eyes downcast, unable to tie the noose around their necks. These shoulders sulk in corners, Termed a necessary nuisance. Others glare, scoff, turn away, Unable to remove the sadness That resides within their eyes. These shoulders stalk like predators, The prey all safe and sound. Others sigh, shake their heads, unable to discover the strength res...

Down on luck, or so it seemed, she did her job in automated steps. Greet, swipe card, take groceries from cart. Scan, bag, thank, wish customers goodnight. They stand there watching like hawks, keeping an eye out for a possible mistake. She sighs inside, ignores them mostly, gets lost in repetition of pick up, scan, set down. Some do smile, albeit falsely, pretending to be interested, but really just in a hurry. She ignores them, except for the necessary greeting and parting required by her j...

The world rests on shoulders Weary with its weight. These shoulders bear it gracefully, admired for their courage. Others watch in shame, Unable to comprehend the Strength it takes to tie the Noose around their necks. These shoulders bear it woefully, Despised despite their strength. Others watch in hatred, Unable to comprehend the Strength it takes to remove The sadness from their eyes. These shoulders bear it angrily, Inducing only pity. Others watch in sympathy, Able to comprehend the hatr...