Voices from the Inside

Stories and poetry from our beloved sisters and brothers incarcerated in the L.A. County Jails.

 

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The Time I’ve Wasted

The time I’ve wasted is my biggest regret,
This prison life of emptyness, I’ll never forget...
Trap in my body wanting to run,
Back to my youth with it laughter & fun...
Now the chase is over, there’s no place to hide,
Everything is gone including my pride...
With reality right in my face,
I’m scared, alone, & stuck in this place...
Memories past through my head,
The pain is obvious by the tears I’ve shed...
Everyday I ask myself why, where did I go wrong,
I guess I was weak when I should of been strong...
Out there living for the drugs,
Not realizing the devil’s wings I’ve grown,
My feelings were lost afraid to be shown...
So I’d pretend to be ruget, so fast & so cool,
When atually I was lost like a blinded old fool...
I’m getting too old for this tiresome game,
Of acting hard with no sense of shame...
It’s time I’ve changed & move on with my life,
Fulfilling my dreams of a family & wife...
Cause what my future holds I really don’t know,
But all these years I’ve wasted are starting to show...
I wait for the day when I get a new start,
Of living out the dreams I still hold deep in my heart...
I hope I make it, I at least have to try,
Cause I’m headed towards death & I don’t want to die!
-Gustavo


The Night I Came to Jail

When it felt like he was breaking my fingers,
I told him he was violating my rights
When he swung a night-stick at my head,
I thought he was going to hurt me, so I moved to the side.
When she reached for her hip, I thought she was going to shoot me.
When he reached for his hip, I thought he was going to shoot me.
When he shot me, I thought he was going to kill me.
When he shot me, I thought he was going to kill me.
When she shot me, I thought she was going to kill me.
When they tazed me, I thought they were going to kill me.
When they tazed me, I thought they were going to kill me.
When they tazed me, I thought they were going to kill me.
When they tazed me, I thought they were going to kill me.
When they handcuffed me, I thought they were going to torture me.
When they dragged me across the floor,
I thought they were going to kill me.
When the D.A. told me I was being charged
with attempting to murder two “Officers of the Peace”
I thought I was going to be sick.
- Daniel

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And Still I Bloom...

I am from the earth
I am from the stars
I am a fragile flower
My sun kissed petals are devastatingly crushed
by nature's raging fists
And still I bloom...
I envy the sun as I bask in its radiance
I admire the moon that offers light in a night's sky
I easily inhale such little pleasures with such great pain
I breathe although I fear each breath is driving me
more and more insane
And still I breathe...
And I...
And I believe, although even on my knees I tremble
And I cry, even when I do not know the reasons why
And I pray, opening my hbeart in gratitude for another day
And smile, with hope in my heart and stars in my eyes,
I'll be happy awhile.
-Koi