If the eyes are the windows to the soul, I guess there is rain in my window’s pane
As a prisoner I might be deemed by some as the bottom of the barrel,
Little does anybody know I am the same guy that would have stood in front of the barrel
Of the same gun that killed all of those little kids
And gave my life, so that they could have had a chance to live
Not because my life is worthless
But because the children are the future, I feel in my heart, they are worth this
As humans we tend to judge books by their cover
Which is a metaphor for how we judge each other
And that is by what we see, not what we know
So I pray that poems like this one will help us as people grow
I am I and my circumstances, I will never wear a disguise
People will still judge me based on my current situation
Prison
BUT PLEASE LISTEN
I am mastering patience
At the same time I am trying to master myself
A complete understanding of MANHOOD is what I am after myself
So that I can be a complete FATHER, EXAMPLE,
And a ROLE MODEL like I look at my dad just to give an example
Beautiful things come from dirt, even people like me
If the eyes are the windows to the soul, I guess there is rain in my window’s pane
Because I am pouring out the pain
The pain inside,
Inside my heart, I used to be ashamed, they call that pride
I must go above and beyond what I have been through
I was so happy when I found out that REAL MEN cry too
You could never imagine the relief I felt when I found out that I could still be considered a REAL MAN
And cry too!
I seek PEACE from the MOST HIGH
And give HIM the glory
I pray and ask GOD to not let this be the end of my story
Because I want to be an example of strength and a role model to my son and little girls
If only they knew, they are my WORLD
You don’t throw away dirty people, just like you don’t throw away dirty clothes
You pray, you find the “LAUNDERER,” GOD, and ask that He makes us clean again by washing our souls.
