Jamesy boy

• In my mind, there’s a boy
  who exists in chains.
  Inside a cold, dark room
  of painful solitude
  is where he will remain.
  Behind these walls
  the sorrow is inevitable.
  as relentless as
  the passage of time.
  Mentalities corrupt & dark,
  brainwashed,
  and hopelessly blind.
  Prisons are packed
  with crowded spaces,
  lifers and guards with
  hollow hearts
  afraid of changes,
  and weakened wills
  become complacent.
  yet, I maintain with patience,
  time can limit
  but not shatter my will,
  strength blazed across my chest,
  as solid as
  penitentiary steel,
  but the silence speaks,
  it tells me all I need to hear,
  It confirms my beliefs & its
  promises I have to fear.
  It reminds me that without
  freedom, I’m alone.
  And these whitewashed walls
  don’t make up
  for blackened souls.
  I’ve given 95% of my boys
  a handshake than a pound,
  before they were either locked
  down or buried off
  in cemetery grounds.
  What I’ve done is who I am,
  but who I am is what I do now
  I won’t let up or cease
  to fight.
  Just time,
  I plan on doing it right.
  And what’s right
  lies within me.
  I’m learning to
  appreciate my struggle
  for it would be hard to find
  the joy of accomplishment
  without it.
  We live and we learn.
  We rise and we fall.
  Like the heartbeat
  of a sleeping giant
  with bitter-sweetness dreams.
  STAY UP, NEVER DOWN.
  (movie- Jamesy boy)