In the thoughts of a prisoner who wants to end the cycle.
I’m waking up in a jail cell once again. This is my 108th day here. Not including last years. I’ve been in here for too long man. I fucking hate it here. It’s not my fault that I’m getting locked up again, and again. I swear to God when I get out of here I’ll change. I be trying to find a job, but nothing. It’s not like the prison tries to help us. They expect us to handle this shit alone. I be having to sell drugs cause I can’t provide for my family. Hopefully I can try, and find a job instead of selling. I honestly hate that shit, but you know. There's really no choice. Time goes by way too fucking slow. Oh shit that’s Keitan. Let me avoid his ass before he tries to make me fight for my life. The problem is the guards won’t do anything until I get stabbed, or beaten the fuck up. Keitan knows how to pay them off. This corrupted ass prison. Like why is the law allowing him to do this shit? This shit shouldn’t be happening, but what can I do? I need to read up on this prison shit. Cause I feel like prison is just meant to hold us up as animals. They don’t want to help anyone here. All they give is parol, and that’s it. No therapist, or counseling. No workshops to help us get back on our feet. It’s as if we’re stuck in a system. I hate this system, and I’m going to break out of it. Like I wish they gave us places to go if we need a job. I wish they actually cared to even help people out of the cycle. I don’t understand why they want us back in here. We’re just going to keep coming back if we don’t do anything, but we really can’t because we went to jail. We become less than a person so we need others to speak for us. I feel like I need to have my family advocate for me, and I’ll start the wave. I’ll start the wave of breaking the cycle. I’ll be the one to improve prison reform, and hopefully help everyone stop going back to jail. All I have to do is wait till I’m outta here.