Sunday, February 25, 2018

A Letter to the officers in the prisons

Dear Mr. or Mrs officers

                            Sorry, for taking up your time. For I understand you don't care, you don't like your job. However, no one is keeping you there. So, I ask for each letter is done with respect.  Not with your boot print and free from your fist. They are doing their time for their crime and the last time I check mail fraud was a crime. And you Mr. or Mrs. Officer of the OIC mail you should have the color blue and given a DC# too.

                          The intent of depriving another person of his or her property. My property was received by your foot telling me you said, "fuck me!" and fuck this Property. This is an open letter to you and others like you. To say, it's fucking you to see inmates doing something with their time to better their self and you find yourself looking with hate. As if they are the ones who put you there. The only ones who can say that are the inmates who were put there because of lies or because they trust the wrong person with their life. You are there for a check and you ask to be there. you can leave and you don't have to go back. You see inmate writing books, then you find out it's on Amazon, in Books of millions and others places where book are sold. Your hate grows, so with your foot, you use your boot to say no more. As you try to slow down the art from inmates.


                      In your mind, you are the evil, As it hurt you to see someone who is down trying to move up. Move to a spot where you can't see yourself. What that says about you, in your mind you hear. With hate pushing your blood to ball up their books and their letter, keeping some for yourself. You are breaking the law, so how can you see yourself better. O, I understand it's because you feel you will not get caught. You work at a place that says you will.

                      So, like a lifetime movie, You are the one doing wrong, not the inmates. You are the one taking. not inmates, You are the doing a crime, not the inmates. You see yourself in the mirror like you did or doing something good. Trying to be another Rick Ross.

See, you can tell yourself, fuck that inmate and his words. But can I ask, why you use that inmate words as if they were yours?
See, it's hard to keep an act going, when you didn't understand where, why, and how they came to be. It's sad that you want to be that inmate so bad and all that inmate want is to go home and when he goes he wants to make sure he has something to show he wasn't wasting his or her time.

                 So, again I ask, How are you better if you taking from the ones who can't go like you. Why you feel the need to act like them, inmates.

Something must be wrong with your life so bad, you can't be yourself. You can be happy to see them, inmate, trying to have a paycheck just like you.
 You can take and damage their words, but how does that make you better than them.
It's time for you to do your time for your crime.
Because the last time I check,
You weren't the judge.


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