RE: CASE SEARCH: DIXON V. STATE
(CT010133X) JUVENILE OFFENDER
PRINCE GEORGE’S COUNTY
MARYLAND
By William Dixon
Although I’d admitted to one of humanities heinous crimes, first degree (premeditated) murder. I was hardheaded, a numbskull who abused drugs, and gave up on life by killing another human being (Mr. Gerald Stevenson III). I committed and confessed to the shameful and ignorant retaliatory act for a group stabbing/robbery attempt that happened to my mentally challenged brother. I stole my mom’s legal gun and sought revenge. I was 17 yrs. old at the time of the crime.
I wish to take this time again to publicly apologize to the family of Mr. Stevenson III. The friends of Mr. Stevenson III and the love ones of Mr. Stevenson III, I sincerely apologize. I also extend my apology to all those who had to bear witness to the murder I committed in Prince George’s County (P.G. County).
As I languish in prison for over a quarter century, I believe the most disturbing and degrading thing I and/or any human being have to face if not daily, weekly or monthly is the strip search after strip search.
I wonder, has much changed in society for the worst? After my brother’s near fatal stabbing, no one came to console my family or me after such an evil act? Did society fail me? At least, does society now provide a place or a person who can give help if he or she, they or them that are a victim of a violent crime? I would like to hear any input from my readers.
Above Average
By William Dixon
What do you see
When you look at me
Is it charm, good looks
A great personality?
Do you see another brother
Just like any other
Just out to get what he can get
Nothing serious just a quick lover
Is that all you see?
When you see me
Then take this opportunity
To get to know me.
On a scale from one to ten
I’m a twelve and a half
I’m unlike the brothers you’ve encountered
I’m unlike any man in your past.
I’m not your average brother
I do not play mind games
I know you heard that before
But please allow me to explain.
I do not run from commitment
I face it when it comes
I don’t look for love
I just embrace it.
I am not perfect
I am not no saint,
But an average ordinary brother
No my sister, that I ain’t.
She Hate Me
By William Dixon
Men out here making bastards, hazardous in the long run.
All you do is damage us. All we got is us, B.Y.O.B no need to go to the back of the bus / so you think I wanted to make this choice … not to follow rules, keep sitting at the back of the bus? I’m not settling with a 9 to 5, but SHE HATE ME cuz I desire to reach higher to provide, risk my life to be a Provider, Protector, Priest, Pastor, Prevent, Preserver, Prescience, Present, Presence.
Not once in school they told me our essence, ebony the first powerful civilization. I only felt subjugation, but SHE HATE ME, like I was born to see this sketch out designed / to have many of mankind blind, fighting to get and sell nicks and dimes, but SHE HATE ME, dare not to pull me out of prison / Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz, Freedom Riders, SNCC Members, etc. / don’t care to remember, rather wash it away drinking. SHE HATE ME because all the pain she go thru being alone.
But the Haitian beat the French, British, and American army out of Haiti. SHE HATE ME.
Shout out to Spike Lee. He need to do a joint with Quentin Tarantino.
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