poetry hour

                                                out of sight out of mind 

              being in jail is like shooting a kite,waiting for  a letter that nobody writes.

 it's waiting for a visit that never takes place, from your so called friends that forgot your face.it's wondering how time can move so slow, when your prayers are answered but the answer is no.it's learning that brother hood is somethiong that is dying, when they call you their homeboy, you know that they are lying. it's depending on people u thought were your friends,and waiting on pictures that nobody sends. it's sitting around w/ nothing to do. trying to figure out who's really who. it's finding out some hearts are made of stone and realizing now that you are all alone.

   but....

i'll do my time w/ my head held high, i'll keep my pride till the day that i die because... the day will come , when i will be free and think twice '' my friend'' when u need me

 

                                                            author unknown