Your Honor,

This may look like a letter, but it will never get sent, by putting my emotions on some paper, this is how I choose to vent, let these words seep out my pores, may these feelings be brought, upon you by these metaphors, through all the time that I've still got, but I'll try to do right, even when things feel so wrong, I thought the release was inevitable, through an incarceration this long, but I was wrong and so were you, when you said the things you said, about me still being a threat, such accusations that were being spread, because quite frankly I'm a good guy, made some mistakes but I'm not shy, to rehash into my past, I'm sorry mom that I made you cry, hopefully this Christmas will be my last, but if not I'll need you to try, to stay strong and optimistic, continue to keep your spirits held high, I wont become another statistic, being judged by this narrow minded guy, my fault though Mr. *********, these are only thoughts on how I feel, towards a man who sells false dreams, builds hope too good to be real, so let me pinch myself awake, and I'll tell you what I see, one metal toilet one cold slab 4 walls enclosing in on me, no friends no family no Christmas stockings by the fire, just cold hearts where conflict starts, surrounded by concrete and razor wire, have I still not served enough years, I'll just sit and continue to rot here, because the man with the power seems to act a little sour, why so ambivalent when my presence is near, yet you made promises about November, greener pastures you don't seem to remember, things were spoken on and put to delay, I thought a release was in on it's way, but I'll still be positive and responsible,because through god nothing is impossible, through my family is where my power is derived, so I wake up every morning happy to be alive, this may sound like a poem, that has been conceived through a state of rage, to you I might be labeled a felon, but to me I'm just a young man who's changed his ways.




Yours Truly,
A Felon Who's Changed His ways