Mama’s Child Reading by Andrew Cantu

Originally posted April 2018 While I was an infant with an innocent smile, crying kept you up at night I was still mama’s child When I started school you said you were proud, when I played football you stood in the crowd Time past and many things changed; from school to the block is where…

If I was a Black Woman

If I was a black woman I’d snap my neck and roll my eyes with a hand planted on my wide hips. With a pointed finger tipped with an acrylic nail I’d give you the attitude that has festered through years of degradation. If I was a black woman I’d tap my foot while I…

New data: Solitary confinement increases risk of premature death after release

Any amount of time spent in solitary confinement increases the risk of death after release from prison, including deaths by suicide, homicide, and opioid overdose. by Andrea Fenster, October 13, 2020 A recently published study of people released from North Carolina prisons confirms what many have long suspected: solitary confinement   increases the risk of premature death, even…

My Letters to Satan

Dear Satan, You were scoping me out since the day I was born. You killed my twin at 5 months. I was premature, and my mother was torn. ~~~ Dear Satan, You attacked me 1st thing at the beginning of my life. 5 pounds with a hernia and tongue tied. ~~~ Dear Satan, You took…

Forget Me Not

Right now to the world I’m intangible, so that means to most I’m unimportant, and that’s a selfishness on ones part. I’ve always heard that out of sight is out of mind, and now due to my situation I can clearly see that this is a true statement. Forget me, forget me not. Maybe, maybe…