Prose of a Con

Capitalism was the next and best logical transference from slavery, what else could a nation get behind without wholly changing their...

Unpredictable that's the thing about prison how was I supposed to know what I'd be walking into believing it'd be a peaceful and...

I was ripped in half then I became whole but you don't know the half nor understand the hole that tore me apart, and made me whole from a...

We have stories to tell we live out stories we speak like movies our existence likened to urban fictional characters we live out suspense...

society. what society?! with so's not souls, apathetic sigh's, and no piety I ask, what are we? are we, a we? are we humane? or separated...

I fear vast tastes wanting everything I missed and feeling like I missed out on everything every desire now boosted by over compensation...

You assume prison is me at rock bottom well the pressure of my plummet fused that sentiment into sediment and from that depth, diamonds...

Momma you taught me by visual even though you were invisible I could feel ya though I couldn't see ya- life is more than physical I felt...

(your call was not accepted...) It's not my voice you denied It's my presence you refuse to see me you refuse to see me in the light of...