By Gerald Hoye
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Is this what those enslaved felt long before me?
Is prison a reflection of when they weren’t free?
Saying “yes sir” to men less than half my age.
Balancing words that bruise egos that are easily enraged.
Often scorn for my truths as I share each day.
The articulation of intellectual property others fear to
say.
Dare I say, why you hate me; or think what’s the use?
When my mind is restless of events of your abuse.
What more could you want after a guilty plea?
Sentenced 360 months, and you’re gone before I’m free.
How much of my blood would satisfy?
Cat got your tongue; what, no smart-ass reply?
I see, you can’t be you among those with ears.
Strange to see the change, when you’re reckless with your
peers.
Saying this yard is soft, yet you never pick a fight.
Too good for bloody hands, now how is that right?
I am already in prison, not an animal for you to cage.
Check this, I forgive you, let’s turn the page.
Forgiveness is part of my Christian faith.
FYI, you can be saved, it’s not too late.
Give up on being the Goliath, spreading fear and standing
tall.
I would be remiss not to say, it was a little stone that
made the Giant fall.
About the Author
Gerald Hoye is
a Mississippi Delta born black man who you’ll grow to love, even if you’re
wondering why he shared that he’s black. He would say it’s important because of
where he is from. He would also say it’s how he honors all those killed while
fighting for the freedoms he has today, e.g., going to the same school as
people who are white. Gerald also wants to do all he can to shed light on incarcerated
people. How hopes people would see that many, while they are inmates, are not a
lost cause. Simply, they are more like lost in the system, waiting for a second
chance at life. And not all people who are incarcerated have left their values
at the gate. Gerald wishes to touch your hearts and hopes you see the humility in
his work.