So where have I been all of these years?
In a desolate land population by men
The older the younger and many my peers
So many displaced faces, races, different types of cases
How am I living out my life sentence
Well it takes a whole lot of sanity and patience
Judge my words and see if I’m making it.
I’m sentences to life with the eligibility to find out who I am
Patience and faith gave me the ability to forgive, know why and understand
I overlook the lies, upset and chaos and negative plans
Avoiding strife, trading hatred to offer helping hand
Take not my kindness for weakness
But if I live for the world. Then know that I am at my weakest
Unerring vision, still changeless, mind set on the goal
Freedom from the inferno, the abyss, hade, abode
Abiding by the rule of life
A man with big dreams, a man way before prison
Giving up is deadly, giving in is senseless
I strive to continue on fueled by humbleness and discipline
So far so good, seven summers knock on wood
Thankful, head leveled, led by example, I could
So where have I been all of these years?
Right here, in prison seven years
Rather dre before I fear
Shedding hope instead of tears
Letting go of my want
And allowing God to do his will.
By: Jorell M Young
