Poetry by Quanitta Turner
HurtBy Quanitta Turner I have been hurt by my actions.Who can I complain to.So deep and…
HurtBy Quanitta Turner I have been hurt by my actions.Who can I complain to.So deep and…
Doing Windows (Dedicated to my mother, Emma)by Kenneth “Ade Yele” Pigford I stare through the glassdirty…
LostBy Austin Myers Sometimes I feel lost, when no one is aroundMy old life now so…
WHY Not the Head of The SnakeBy Dwight Jackson It’s truly amazing how society accepts a…
Unseen Bunkie(Dedicated to Savanna)By Michael Overstreet Not every inmate will share a cell with this unseen…
FeelingsBy Rasster Mikkail Hymm I can feel it.On the brink of my fingertipsIs the silhouette of…
MemoryBy Dominic Barber Time can be engraved, burnt and chiseled into the blacksmith’s hammer.Forever stamping every…
Learn from MeBy Ricardo Marchan You can learn a lot from me,I’m the perfect example of…
Dear Young ManBy David Hosley Stand up straight & speak tall,for you are a soldier. A…
Prayer 4 MercyBy Ray Ingram Wanted you to know, B4 the world sets your worth.That your…
