I arrived at San Quentin a week ago. I share a 9’x4’ cell with Alex, HoSQ’s poetry director, who told me about you. I am 23 years old and have a beautiful daughter named Aubree. I am currently serving a 15 to life sentence. I went to jail when I was 20. I am currently 23. I’m the only boy of three kids. I have two sisters, one older and one younger. They are the reason I worship the ground women gait on. Being raised by women will definitely teach you how to treat a lady.
I have a niece who loves to stuff her chunky cheeks with food and a nephew who everybody thinks is my twin. He makes faces and acts like me to a T. It’s crazy. I love them all. They are who I do it for. I have yet to receive any recent pictures of myself. I did include some family pictures from when I was free, though.
Any Season
In a storm, you look for shelter in the heat, you look for shade,
In the desert, you look for water, look for cover in the rain,
That’s just common knowledge be prepared when seasons change,
But the home we built just me and you will always keep us safe,
Now, some may say I’m crazy, simple minds may say it’s strange,
But they don’t know our journey or the things we overcame,
All they saw was all smiles and laughs on sunny days,
But we know what made us strong is being stranded in the rain,
Wasn’t always stable ground, earthquakes came and made us shake,
No matter how hard it hit, the house would never break,
There were hurricanes, the calm is what we caved, and we never strayed,
We keep it solid until it finally fades away,
You’re the eye of my tornado, my remedy to pain,
There’s nothing left to worry about there’s strength in what we made,
The droughts have never stopped us through the floods we stayed the same,
All I need is you, and I’ll be good any day.
