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The Window in My Room

Write a micropoem about the window in your room.


Plain glass, no bars

Birds that sing and nest

My window looks out on nature

A view that is the best

Prison I am, but my view

Is a source of freedom

So pure and almost true

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Written by Squeakypeewee01 in portal Letters From Prison
The Window in My Room
Write a micropoem about the window in your room.

Plain glass, no bars
Birds that sing and nest
My window looks out on nature
A view that is the best
Prison I am, but my view
Is a source of freedom
So pure and almost true
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Written by Squeakypeewee01 in portal Letters From Prison

Why Did You Hurt Me So?

She was suppose to be my friend. For a while, I thought she was. Not now.


She lied to me and put me in a situation where I felt afraid of 2 people and angry, hurt, and frustrated. My self-esteem almost broken.


I am still a person who could physically hurt those around me that treat me bad. I’ve been thinking about punching these two girls senseless. I'm glad I didn’t, because they actually think I'm a nice person.


So why the treachery, why the lie? She let me slag them off, saw me hurting and did nothing. Apart from put fuel on the fire. I’m ashamed of her. Feeling abused yet again, the rage inside me grows by the second.


What did I do wrong?

The tears freely flow down my cheeks, as I contemplated self-harm. I’ve done so well. I shouldn’t let this undo me. I’m not the one in the wrong here. So instead, I have pen in hand, expressing my anguish and hurt with words. Barely able to see the page as these droplets of misery fall from my eyes. Things have been going so well. Yet this betrayal of my trust is breaking me. I’m locked up and have no one to talk to.


I must find the strength inside of me to be the strong person I know lives inside of me.


I can hurt you bad. Hurt you till you can all but think of is ending your pathetic life, but that would make me a lesser person. Why should I lower myself to the same standards that you live by? Here I’ll sit, enjoy the thoughts that I’m a better person than my so-called friend.


Tomorrow, well that will be interesting. I plan to ignore her for awhile, then when the pain and anger has subsided, it will be time to talk. I doubt the friendship will last past this. The small amount of trust I placed in her hands has been obliterated. This is why I spend my time alone. It’s safer. I’m feeling so alone right now. Afraid of who will hurt me next. I doubt everyone’s intentions. Am I really just someone who is there to be used and abused?


There are so many thoughts, so many questions going around and around.


Saken hell. I have a fucking razor in here. It will be so easy. Painless even. The temptation so fucking strong.


A fag. I think a moment to calm these demons down is in order.


Ahhh…nothing like pure nicotine to calm the storm in my mind. Rational thoughts slowly seeping through. I wonder, is she sat in her cell laughing at me? At what she has accomplished? Was this her intention? If it was, I hope she’s proud of herself. I feel like utter shit. A fool even!


The small tokens of friendship are in my every view. They feel like evil to me now. Brought by the devil incarnate! A person of such disgustingness has wriggled their way into my life yet again. Story of my life. I let them in, then they poison me. With whom do I turn to now?


The page and pen my only solace. The memories of laughter and jokes between us fading into a mire of depression. A knife protruding from my back for all to see. I don’t want pity, or concern. I want my revenge and by the Gods, I will get it.


A lonely, desolate land lies ahead, but for who? I think for the both of us. Not only has she left me abandoned by the wayside, but she’s wrapped herself around the tree in her metaphorical car crash. For now, I’ll leave you with a thought. A chance to reflect upon your actions.


Do what you will to yourself, for me, life will still go on. To our friendship, ‘Thank you and goodnight!’


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Written by Squeakypeewee01 in portal Letters From Prison
Why Did You Hurt Me So?
She was suppose to be my friend. For a while, I thought she was. Not now.

She lied to me and put me in a situation where I felt afraid of 2 people and angry, hurt, and frustrated. My self-esteem almost broken.

I am still a person who could physically hurt those around me that treat me bad. I’ve been thinking about punching these two girls senseless. I'm glad I didn’t, because they actually think I'm a nice person.

So why the treachery, why the lie? She let me slag them off, saw me hurting and did nothing. Apart from put fuel on the fire. I’m ashamed of her. Feeling abused yet again, the rage inside me grows by the second.

What did I do wrong?
The tears freely flow down my cheeks, as I contemplated self-harm. I’ve done so well. I shouldn’t let this undo me. I’m not the one in the wrong here. So instead, I have pen in hand, expressing my anguish and hurt with words. Barely able to see the page as these droplets of misery fall from my eyes. Things have been going so well. Yet this betrayal of my trust is breaking me. I’m locked up and have no one to talk to.

I must find the strength inside of me to be the strong person I know lives inside of me.

I can hurt you bad. Hurt you till you can all but think of is ending your pathetic life, but that would make me a lesser person. Why should I lower myself to the same standards that you live by? Here I’ll sit, enjoy the thoughts that I’m a better person than my so-called friend.

Tomorrow, well that will be interesting. I plan to ignore her for awhile, then when the pain and anger has subsided, it will be time to talk. I doubt the friendship will last past this. The small amount of trust I placed in her hands has been obliterated. This is why I spend my time alone. It’s safer. I’m feeling so alone right now. Afraid of who will hurt me next. I doubt everyone’s intentions. Am I really just someone who is there to be used and abused?

There are so many thoughts, so many questions going around and around.

Saken hell. I have a fucking razor in here. It will be so easy. Painless even. The temptation so fucking strong.

A fag. I think a moment to calm these demons down is in order.

Ahhh…nothing like pure nicotine to calm the storm in my mind. Rational thoughts slowly seeping through. I wonder, is she sat in her cell laughing at me? At what she has accomplished? Was this her intention? If it was, I hope she’s proud of herself. I feel like utter shit. A fool even!

The small tokens of friendship are in my every view. They feel like evil to me now. Brought by the devil incarnate! A person of such disgustingness has wriggled their way into my life yet again. Story of my life. I let them in, then they poison me. With whom do I turn to now?

The page and pen my only solace. The memories of laughter and jokes between us fading into a mire of depression. A knife protruding from my back for all to see. I don’t want pity, or concern. I want my revenge and by the Gods, I will get it.

A lonely, desolate land lies ahead, but for who? I think for the both of us. Not only has she left me abandoned by the wayside, but she’s wrapped herself around the tree in her metaphorical car crash. For now, I’ll leave you with a thought. A chance to reflect upon your actions.

Do what you will to yourself, for me, life will still go on. To our friendship, ‘Thank you and goodnight!’

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On the Edge

I stand here waiting

The audience anticipating

Fear and excitement coursing through my veins

I’m on the edge

As the curtains rise

Time to get into the role

When they cheer

All that fear

Delivers the performance of a lifetime

I’m on the edge

Of a wonderful career

I bow and wave

To my adoring fans

A standing ovation brings tears to my eyes

‘Thank you, thank you’ I say

As I leave the stage

On the edge

I stand here waiting

As the curtains fall

Wondering, is this full life really meant for me?


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Written by Squeakypeewee01 in portal Letters From Prison
On the Edge
I stand here waiting
The audience anticipating
Fear and excitement coursing through my veins
I’m on the edge
As the curtains rise
Time to get into the role
When they cheer
All that fear
Delivers the performance of a lifetime
I’m on the edge
Of a wonderful career
I bow and wave
To my adoring fans
A standing ovation brings tears to my eyes
‘Thank you, thank you’ I say
As I leave the stage
On the edge
I stand here waiting
As the curtains fall
Wondering, is this full life really meant for me?

#poetry  #LettersFromPrison  #playingthepart 
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In Prison

Write a piece about life in prison. This must be non-fiction.


Life in prison really does suck

The judge threw me in here

Was just pot luck

The girls always stare

Some of them don’t even care

Never no love loss

Everyone’s fighting to be the boss

Games of dot to dot

Who wants the top spot?

We all have issues

Easy to run out of tissues

Drugs misused

So many abused

Bail refused

Then they reuse

It is easy to confuse

What’s expected

Feelings are neglected

Never alone

So far from home

Cheap bubble bath foam

Nowhere to roam

Being put down

All by the crown

A smile to a frown

Who helps me when I feel down?


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In Prison
Write a piece about life in prison. This must be non-fiction.

Life in prison really does suck
The judge threw me in here
Was just pot luck
The girls always stare
Some of them don’t even care
Never no love loss
Everyone’s fighting to be the boss
Games of dot to dot
Who wants the top spot?
We all have issues
Easy to run out of tissues
Drugs misused
So many abused
Bail refused
Then they reuse
It is easy to confuse
What’s expected
Feelings are neglected
Never alone
So far from home
Cheap bubble bath foam
Nowhere to roam
Being put down
All by the crown
A smile to a frown
Who helps me when I feel down?

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Written by LuLuBean in portal Letters From Prison

Where'd you go?

Write a piece using the following sentence as your first line: I laid flowers at your grave today.

I laid flowers at your grave today. I thought that would make this whole morbid charade a bit more authentic to any onlookers. The first few days I just came dressed in black and pretended to cry for half an hour. But then I saw all the other flowers and thought, ‘Doh, of course you always bring flowers to put on the grave,’ so I brought along some daffodils today as it’s the beginning of spring.

I knew this would be the hardest part of this whole crazy idea. But pretending to mourn for someone, when people around me are actually truly devastated at the loss of someone from their life, really is harder than I thought it would be. It feels wrong to my core, but I just have to remember the end goal here…

When this whole mess started and you suggested the whole fake death thing, I couldn’t even laugh off the idea. How could we even contemplate putting all the people we love through grieving for you? And now look at us. We sacrificed all the people we love, and put them through all that pain and grief, just so we could be together. I sometimes wonder if I made the right decision.

But it’s too late for regrets and second guessing. We’ve started this and there’s no going back. Three more days to go and I can dig you up and stage two of the plan begins.

Once I had agreed to this crazy scheme, it actually wasn’t that hard to turn the idea into a reality, what with your contacts in construction and engineering. It didn’t take long to construct a coffin that you could comfortably survive in for a week.

Staging your death was also simpler than I thought. We bought off a mortician and made your death look like a drug overdose, after a crazy night of partying. You thought you might as well go out with a bang, having fun if you were going to die. The mortician produced the death certificate, and we brought in your specialised coffin and you got comfortable in it.

The funeral was hard, but I decided to use being a distraught grieving girlfriend to get totally smashed, and well I don’t remember much of it. Suffice to say it went well, and everyone thought you were gone, and predictably were all very sad.

It’s strange to think I’ll be digging up an actual grave in a couple of nights. You’ll be like a zombie, the walking dead. I wonder if I’ll still find you attractive as a zombie?

Well, now that was hard work, even with John and Wayne’s help, it still took over two hours to dig up six feet of earth. Then the moment arrived to open the coffin, half of me prepared to actually see a dead body, the other half of me couldn’t wait to see you alive and huge you and kiss you, and for the next chapter in our lives to begin.

I opened the lid to find the coffin is empty… empty, how could it possibly be empty? I saw you climb in. I closed the lid on you. I saw you in the coffin. I lowered you into the grave myself. I’ve been at your grave every single day for one week… What the fuck is going on? This can’t be happening. I’m so confused. The love of my life who pretended to die, in order to save his life and for us to have a future together. The person I have given up my whole life for, is gone.

I’m stunned and shocked. I collapsed on the ground, overwhelmed with so many emotions. I don’t know whether to scream or cry or both. John and Wayne tried to comfort me, but they too are both in shock. None of this makes sense.

We spent months planning every single detail of this elaborate, crazy plan, and nowhere in the plan did it mention you not being there when we came to dig you up! I don’t know what to so I just sit next to your dug up fake grave and cry.

You must have planned this part too, except I wasn’t included. Maybe I never really was part of the plan. Maybe all I ever was to you was a pawn, a means to an end. I guess I’ll never know the answer for sure.

It’s been five years now and I’ve not heard anything from you. I tried to look for you at first. I needed answers. But the longer I looked the more angry I became, so I had to stop and let you go. You used me to get what you wanted, and I have to accept that, maybe you never did love me the way I loved you. It’s been hard to get over you, but I think I’m finally there.

I don’t hold any bad feelings towards you, life is too short for hate and anger. I just hope that wherever you are in the world, that you’re happy and you appreciate all I did for you.

I’ve moved on with my life, it’s a good life, filled with beautiful people, and amazing experiences. But I do often replay that moment in my mind, when I opened the coffin to see that it was empty and you were gone from my life forever…

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Written by LuLuBean in portal Letters From Prison
Where'd you go?
Write a piece using the following sentence as your first line: I laid flowers at your grave today.

I laid flowers at your grave today. I thought that would make this whole morbid charade a bit more authentic to any onlookers. The first few days I just came dressed in black and pretended to cry for half an hour. But then I saw all the other flowers and thought, ‘Doh, of course you always bring flowers to put on the grave,’ so I brought along some daffodils today as it’s the beginning of spring.

I knew this would be the hardest part of this whole crazy idea. But pretending to mourn for someone, when people around me are actually truly devastated at the loss of someone from their life, really is harder than I thought it would be. It feels wrong to my core, but I just have to remember the end goal here…

When this whole mess started and you suggested the whole fake death thing, I couldn’t even laugh off the idea. How could we even contemplate putting all the people we love through grieving for you? And now look at us. We sacrificed all the people we love, and put them through all that pain and grief, just so we could be together. I sometimes wonder if I made the right decision.

But it’s too late for regrets and second guessing. We’ve started this and there’s no going back. Three more days to go and I can dig you up and stage two of the plan begins.

Once I had agreed to this crazy scheme, it actually wasn’t that hard to turn the idea into a reality, what with your contacts in construction and engineering. It didn’t take long to construct a coffin that you could comfortably survive in for a week.

Staging your death was also simpler than I thought. We bought off a mortician and made your death look like a drug overdose, after a crazy night of partying. You thought you might as well go out with a bang, having fun if you were going to die. The mortician produced the death certificate, and we brought in your specialised coffin and you got comfortable in it.

The funeral was hard, but I decided to use being a distraught grieving girlfriend to get totally smashed, and well I don’t remember much of it. Suffice to say it went well, and everyone thought you were gone, and predictably were all very sad.

It’s strange to think I’ll be digging up an actual grave in a couple of nights. You’ll be like a zombie, the walking dead. I wonder if I’ll still find you attractive as a zombie?

Well, now that was hard work, even with John and Wayne’s help, it still took over two hours to dig up six feet of earth. Then the moment arrived to open the coffin, half of me prepared to actually see a dead body, the other half of me couldn’t wait to see you alive and huge you and kiss you, and for the next chapter in our lives to begin.

I opened the lid to find the coffin is empty… empty, how could it possibly be empty? I saw you climb in. I closed the lid on you. I saw you in the coffin. I lowered you into the grave myself. I’ve been at your grave every single day for one week… What the fuck is going on? This can’t be happening. I’m so confused. The love of my life who pretended to die, in order to save his life and for us to have a future together. The person I have given up my whole life for, is gone.

I’m stunned and shocked. I collapsed on the ground, overwhelmed with so many emotions. I don’t know whether to scream or cry or both. John and Wayne tried to comfort me, but they too are both in shock. None of this makes sense.

We spent months planning every single detail of this elaborate, crazy plan, and nowhere in the plan did it mention you not being there when we came to dig you up! I don’t know what to so I just sit next to your dug up fake grave and cry.

You must have planned this part too, except I wasn’t included. Maybe I never really was part of the plan. Maybe all I ever was to you was a pawn, a means to an end. I guess I’ll never know the answer for sure.

It’s been five years now and I’ve not heard anything from you. I tried to look for you at first. I needed answers. But the longer I looked the more angry I became, so I had to stop and let you go. You used me to get what you wanted, and I have to accept that, maybe you never did love me the way I loved you. It’s been hard to get over you, but I think I’m finally there.

I don’t hold any bad feelings towards you, life is too short for hate and anger. I just hope that wherever you are in the world, that you’re happy and you appreciate all I did for you.

I’ve moved on with my life, it’s a good life, filled with beautiful people, and amazing experiences. But I do often replay that moment in my mind, when I opened the coffin to see that it was empty and you were gone from my life forever…


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Written by Squeakypeewee01 in portal Letters From Prison

No Fucking Friend To Me

Blood, guts, fire and rain

Bringing all this fucking pain

Like dad, your words burn my skin

Where did this all begin?

A friend I’ve lost

Paid the price, weighed up the cost

The lies they hurt

Your reply so curt

Polite my words have been

If only in my heart you could have seen

Droplets of sadness fall

As I hit my head against this wall

Frustration

At this contemplation

No idea how to fix what’s broken

Mediation was my only token

You sat and sobbed as I spoke

Upon my own words did I choke

Yet still you deny

This wicked lie

What to do? Where to go?

Away our friendship I did throw

My anger takes hold

To make me feel bold

It’s the only way I know how to cope

Wash this desperation with razor sharp soap

At one o’clock your screams and shouts

Made me realize it’s just about

Getting your own way

Making sure it’s others, not you, who pay

Hide under your bed

Or just drop dead

And now you’re gone

Time for me to move on with life

Put behind me all this strife

You’ve hurt yourself, and hurt me

But at the end of the day, it’s me who’s free




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Written by Squeakypeewee01 in portal Letters From Prison
No Fucking Friend To Me
Blood, guts, fire and rain
Bringing all this fucking pain
Like dad, your words burn my skin
Where did this all begin?
A friend I’ve lost
Paid the price, weighed up the cost
The lies they hurt
Your reply so curt
Polite my words have been
If only in my heart you could have seen
Droplets of sadness fall
As I hit my head against this wall
Frustration
At this contemplation
No idea how to fix what’s broken
Mediation was my only token
You sat and sobbed as I spoke
Upon my own words did I choke
Yet still you deny
This wicked lie
What to do? Where to go?
Away our friendship I did throw
My anger takes hold
To make me feel bold
It’s the only way I know how to cope
Wash this desperation with razor sharp soap
At one o’clock your screams and shouts
Made me realize it’s just about
Getting your own way
Making sure it’s others, not you, who pay
Hide under your bed
Or just drop dead
And now you’re gone
Time for me to move on with life
Put behind me all this strife
You’ve hurt yourself, and hurt me
But at the end of the day, it’s me who’s free



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Written by TinkaBella in portal Letters From Prison

Prison Life

Write a piece about life in prison. This must be non-fiction.


Every morning

Days with routines

All these weeks

It’s dragging it seems

I’m so tired of it all

It’s so hard tryin’ to

Keep cool and calm

What’s to come on

All of these days

It’s been 4 months

I’m still stuck in my own ways

Some days are good

But some are bad

Most days I’m so down

Full of tears so sad

Apart from family visits

To see mom and dad

Thick and thin

Been through it all

My head’s held high now

I’m on the ball


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Prison Life
Write a piece about life in prison. This must be non-fiction.

Every morning
Days with routines
All these weeks
It’s dragging it seems
I’m so tired of it all
It’s so hard tryin’ to
Keep cool and calm
What’s to come on
All of these days
It’s been 4 months
I’m still stuck in my own ways
Some days are good
But some are bad
Most days I’m so down
Full of tears so sad
Apart from family visits
To see mom and dad
Thick and thin
Been through it all
My head’s held high now
I’m on the ball

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Written by LuLuBean in portal Letters From Prison

Farming

Write about you have learned about yourself in prison and where you want to be in 5 years time.

What have I learned about myself in prison? Well, to be honest I learnt a lot more about myself while on the run.

My time in prison has just helped me settle into myself without having to deal with the real world as well.

I suppose the thing I’ve enjoyed learning most about myself is how resourceful and adaptable I became while on the run, and those skills certainly came in handy in prison too. Finding ways to keep myself stimulated in a low stimulus environment showed me how resourceful I am and being able to adapt to prison life so quickly was also a big advantage.

I’ve also come to realise just how patient I am. In fact, I’ve really surprised myself. It’s almost as if nothing phases me right now, and waiting weeks on end for something as simple and necessary as a new mattress didn’t bother me one bit.

I’ve got all the time in the world to listen and help when asked to by ladies in here. I’ve also come to learn I am actually quite a good teacher as well. I think the patience helps with the teaching, but apparently very gentle and encouraging which helps to put the ladies at ease, helps them learn. Since I became a teaching assistant I’ve actually really enjoyed the teaching experience and am now considering possibly pursuing teaching as a way to earn a living on the out.

So what do I see myself doing in 5 years, after having had this prison experience? Well I definitely see organic farming in my future. I spent 8 months volunteering on organic farms while on the run and I developed a huge passion for it.

Now that I have access to free education in prison, I am taking full advantage of it and have applied for a distance learning course in organic farming, due to start soon. In 5 years time, I see myself hopping around the world going from organic farm to organic farm, growing beautiful healthy vegetables, and hopefully making the world a healthier and more sustainable place to live in.

Ultimately, I’d like to own my own organic farm, which will involve meeting an owner of an already established farm and helping them convert to organic and jointly running the farm one day.

I know what I see in my future and I’ve a pretty good idea of how to go about getting it, and I’m so excited for all the amazing possibilities the future holds for me!

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Farming
Write about you have learned about yourself in prison and where you want to be in 5 years time.

What have I learned about myself in prison? Well, to be honest I learnt a lot more about myself while on the run.

My time in prison has just helped me settle into myself without having to deal with the real world as well.

I suppose the thing I’ve enjoyed learning most about myself is how resourceful and adaptable I became while on the run, and those skills certainly came in handy in prison too. Finding ways to keep myself stimulated in a low stimulus environment showed me how resourceful I am and being able to adapt to prison life so quickly was also a big advantage.

I’ve also come to realise just how patient I am. In fact, I’ve really surprised myself. It’s almost as if nothing phases me right now, and waiting weeks on end for something as simple and necessary as a new mattress didn’t bother me one bit.

I’ve got all the time in the world to listen and help when asked to by ladies in here. I’ve also come to learn I am actually quite a good teacher as well. I think the patience helps with the teaching, but apparently very gentle and encouraging which helps to put the ladies at ease, helps them learn. Since I became a teaching assistant I’ve actually really enjoyed the teaching experience and am now considering possibly pursuing teaching as a way to earn a living on the out.

So what do I see myself doing in 5 years, after having had this prison experience? Well I definitely see organic farming in my future. I spent 8 months volunteering on organic farms while on the run and I developed a huge passion for it.

Now that I have access to free education in prison, I am taking full advantage of it and have applied for a distance learning course in organic farming, due to start soon. In 5 years time, I see myself hopping around the world going from organic farm to organic farm, growing beautiful healthy vegetables, and hopefully making the world a healthier and more sustainable place to live in.

Ultimately, I’d like to own my own organic farm, which will involve meeting an owner of an already established farm and helping them convert to organic and jointly running the farm one day.

I know what I see in my future and I’ve a pretty good idea of how to go about getting it, and I’m so excited for all the amazing possibilities the future holds for me!

#LettersFromPrison  #poetsinprison  #PoetsIN 
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Written by AmazingGraceL in portal Letters From Prison

Rejecting Me

Write a poem about rejection:

Refusal

Excuse

Jumpy

Embarrass

Conflict

Turn off

Irritability

Obstacle

Neglect

Let down by others painfully

Not belonging with the clan

Outcaste, no room for inclusion

Stereotyped by looks, race, or gender

Hatred, prejudiced, and ignored.

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Written by AmazingGraceL in portal Letters From Prison
Rejecting Me
Write a poem about rejection:

Refusal
Excuse
Jumpy
Embarrass
Conflict
Turn off
Irritability
Obstacle
Neglect

Let down by others painfully
Not belonging with the clan
Outcaste, no room for inclusion
Stereotyped by looks, race, or gender
Hatred, prejudiced, and ignored.
#LettersFromPrison  #poetsinprison  #PIP  #PoetsIN 
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Written by KellBell in portal Letters From Prison

Clear Reflection

I grew up thinking you didn’t care

You even had that cold hard stare

What do I have to do

Can you love me too?

Why do you not care?

Life is so unfair

You can be so cruel

You love him but he doesn’t care

So you say life can change

But why are you so strange?

I see families different to ours

Full of love

Always there for each other

I always choose the wrong lover

Or a friend

I know now it’s the end

I’m not gonna take it no more

‘Cause I should be adored

You love your first born son

Look what I’ve become

I’m nearly bitter like you

I feel stuck in a rut like glue

Scared of facing the world

On my own

But now I’ve become strong

Yes mum

You were wrong

I can do it

Just wait and see

Let’s all start loving

And not rejecting

And now I’ve got a clear reflection


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Written by KellBell in portal Letters From Prison
Clear Reflection
I grew up thinking you didn’t care
You even had that cold hard stare
What do I have to do
Can you love me too?
Why do you not care?
Life is so unfair
You can be so cruel
You love him but he doesn’t care
So you say life can change
But why are you so strange?
I see families different to ours
Full of love
Always there for each other
I always choose the wrong lover
Or a friend
I know now it’s the end
I’m not gonna take it no more
‘Cause I should be adored
You love your first born son
Look what I’ve become
I’m nearly bitter like you
I feel stuck in a rut like glue
Scared of facing the world
On my own
But now I’ve become strong
Yes mum
You were wrong
I can do it
Just wait and see
Let’s all start loving
And not rejecting
And now I’ve got a clear reflection

#poetry  #LettersFromPrison 
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