Poetry

STATE-PROCLAIMED: SIMON, SAYS SO

I’m still moving, guess that means I’m not dead then again, even a corpse has some movement until rigor mortis sets in.

I was sentenced to 25 years to life [with the possibility of parole].

It’s the end of 2023, my 37th year of incarceration and counting.

I live on the soil which spawned Derek Chauvin, where crimes perpetrated by police don’t count unless they happen to be caught on videotape. I live on grounds where former police officer, Kim Potter showed a life is worth less than 3 years of time served. I live in a place where “I can’t breathe” is a mantra when there is an incursion with police.

Our universal common bond is that, it does NOT matter WHERE you are serving time, the authorities think it is their job to PUNISH you.

Between sitting still and travel, the latter is better. Solitary was inhumane and throughout my sentence I’ve been shipped to 7 different prisons in 3 states. I was housed in California 14 years, Oklahoma for 12 years, am currently back in Minnesota.

It feels as if I’m running in quicksand, making and losing friends as I move along.

DON’T YOU KNOW THAT YOU COULD BE IN MY SHOES? YOU PUT THE HANDCUFFS ON SO TIGHT THAT I WILL BE BRUISED FOR DAYS.

I came out of medical and still didn’t feel good. The guard said ‘stand there’. She took a phone call and told the caller, she was doing the job of two people. She made a separate call to regale the receiver with all the importance of her singlehanded work. She shooed me away to go sit down and wait. I took the initiative to make her job easier and went into medical and got a pass to leave.

DON’T YOU REALIZE YOU MAY HAVE TO RELY ON THE COLLEAGUES YOU DISPARAGE? DON’T YOU FEEL SICK SOMETIMES? DON’T YOU FEEL ANYTHING TOWARD YOUR WARDS OTHER THAN APATHY?

The guard rushed into medical after me, snatched the pass, rebuked the nurse and had me taken to jail. I was sentence on 3 charges; failure to comply [to stand there and wait on her], disobeying a direct order [to sit and continue to wait on her] and unauthorized area [for going back into medical for a pass].

WHY DID YOU TAKE A JOB AS A GUARD, IF YOU LASH OUT BECAUSE IT MAKES YOU FEEL LIKE YOU ARE SERVING TIME? APPARENTLY, YOU DON’T THINK YOU MATTER IN THE WORLD, THAT YOU CRAVE AND EXUDE THE POWER OF OPPRESSION.

I immerse myself in books. I have earned an Associate’s degree and a Bachelor’s degree in Communications with dual minors in Business Management and Sociology. I am a paralegal via an ABA accredited program. I’m working on my Master’s degree in Business Administration. My college classes don’t count as a job and I cannot create more hours in a day.

WHAT IF YOUR KID ENDS UP HERE? IS THIS HOW YOU WANT HIM OR HER TREATED?

I have had gender dysphoria all my life. I am a trans male, transforming my body into the container I should have been born in. When I was in California, I wasn’t such an oddity. I illegally took testosterone [what were they going do, put me in prison?] I also figured the more you take, the better. What I didn’t know then, was that any extra testosterone a body encounters turns into estrogen. It is probably how I ended up with a large chest. I had a hysterectomy, ovaries removed and finally chest reconstruction.

WHY DOES MY EXISTENCE THREATEN YOU?

DON’T YOU KNOW WE HAVE THE SAME CREATOR?

Simon says sit on your bed for 4 counts and stand for 1 count.

Simon says you pay cost of confinement with money sent to you.

Simon says college does not qualify for a state job.

Simon says don’t feed the wildlife.

Simon says you can’t wave through the window.

Simon says it is not your break time.

Simon says no critical thinking.

Simon says no prosocial behavior.

Simon says strip naked, squat and cough.

Simon never runs out of statements until Simon is asked for help.

Two Cicadas

Over-saturated with regret
Forlorn man, I stand at my barred window
I hear the white noise of another cell
guard informs, rule violation issued.

A bug crawls on my bars, insignificantly
Bug seems unaware of its existence
and dismal chance of survival

Guard tells him to calm down,
threatens to spray harmful chemicals if he does not comply.

Prisoner yelling,
breaks his own belongings,
it is his last bastion of being heard,
before temporary insanity.

The bug is alone, but literally one of millions.
Bugs have survived cold, heat and hungry birds.
Bugs hit the windshield every day, get swatted, never knowing the dangers of the day.

Guard sprays control chemicals,
armored team forces entry.
Thrashing prisoner douses guards with whatever is near.

Prisoner is restrained,
carried out like a funeral corpse,
taken to isolation,
but squashed like a bug.

The fortunate bug is hidden
in plain sight,
quietly hopeful-
the reason for existence is love
This bug will die trying to get home,
camouflaged next to the bars.

Lest Ye Be Judged

Would breast or penile
cancer and removal
make you less of
a woman or a man?

Who you are and
Intrinsic worth
Can’t be changed,
Don’t you understand?

In certain ways we are
The same
We bleed red blood
and all feel pain

But biology is
just frosting on the cake
we’re more unique
than each snowflake

You didn’t choose your
sex, gender and race
how prejudice to judge and
teach intolerant distaste

you act with divisive authority
bullying and hate hurts
if you become a minority
it may be your just desserts

we need celebrate similarities and differences
as sparks of divine creation
let common bonds and diversity
strengthen and beautify our nation

Crushed by the Wheel of Misfortune

In love, but utterly alone in that notion
Sick from rejection, never got the vaccine

My rabid heart lashed out, and had a fatal bite
Me? Like a psycho- logically wounded animal

My lover, preserved forever in my mind but
In reality- his essence far beyond his grave

Do you know what society does with a passionate, damaged lover-scorned?
Locks them away forever.

For 37 years, I’ve stayed productive, deemed it emotional solitude, to heal wounds.

But like building a ship in a bottle; what to do when finished?
No ocean, no voice but the echo of my own. Suffocating, extinguishing my existence.

While citizens curiously glance, watch, and pass by.
I stand at the sound-proof glass and scream.
No longer ignorant, mature enough to feel the aftershocks of my actions.

Humanity bankrupt – No 2nd spin of the wheel.
Do you know- you pay taxes,
to keep me in the bottle, screaming?