WHEN YOU ARE
When you are in
prison, surrounded by walls so high, the feeling of
being a number, being nothing, isn't a
lie. The only freedom is in your dreams and
in your head, not knowing when they will let you go,
How longer they
can keep you, how more money they
make, where is the real justice then? Or is
it all just
you're innocent, even with proofs they don't
believe, you are a number, a stamp for life, a
criminal, a thief.
Some of the
inmates can get angry on the guards, this kind of
inmates are just a bunch of cowards. The guards
didn't lock you up in your little cage, that was the
judge on a certain date and age.
days crap about drugs and prison talk, then you wish
you could fly away as a huge strong hawk.
On the many
walks you see how almost every inmate want to have a
joint, even with a lot of money, I would not think
on getting stoned.
up in the sad reality, thinking on 'Why they did
that to me?',
So many lies and
inmate stories go around,
happened to me, it is a new story that they found.
crying for the beautiful places where I felt me so
good, nothing with money, just nature, God and a
everyday, but let them try and do, it will go one
hours and hours getting days, that is the reality
that you everyday need to
people, some even don't know that you are in jail,
remembering the freedom and feeling as a happy
swimming wale. People that don't know you, need to
decide about who you are, how can they know it, when
you lived very far.
They give you a
stamp and a bad name, all without any shame.
When you are in
prison, loosing your time and energy,
crying for how much you want to be with friends and
You only can see
how everything you build up is getting destroyed,
it makes you so
depressive, you can't do anything, you only get
Every move you
do and make, they can see it as you being fake.
As a number,
being human off for a time without any proud, we are
nothing, just the income from justice, let me say
ALEX MENSAERT Ė
JUNE 14, 2015