THE JOURNEY OF JAMES ROLLINS
Where do I begin, I really don’t want you to know who I was, only who I have become. Yet you must know who I was to understand who I am.
I don’t really know where to start, so I’ll begin with a poem I wrote about me.
At the age of 7
I knew I was destined, for the pen. or that dark lonely coffin
I prayed to God please, let me go to heaven
‘cuz at 7, I new I’d lead a path of destruction
Misery would be my company
No regrets, no remorse, my mind frame
There were things to be done
I had to get food on their plates, cloths on their backs, roof over their heads,
Not for me, but for them-the children is the reason I had to do what I was doing.
I began my escapade
On my own, barely a place to call home, strugglin’ ‘N strivin’ to survive,
While inside anger was steadily brewin’
I kept pushin’ in those streets I called home
Always lookin’ over my shoulder
It was the age of 9,
Time, stopped for me
Gangbangin’, dope slangin’, killin’, stealin’, trying to be pimpin’
Waiting for that stray lead to stop time for me permanently
10, time, tick-tocked again
For one minute of my life I thought I was free of those savage streets,
Went back to school, doin’ good,
Life was just foolin’ me
I didn’t understand how I could end up in the place I started
Age 11 my rage began
Shot down in the fight, again in the streets
To many bullet holes going through me,
Its a miracle I’m still livin’,
Someone must be lookin’ down upon me,
Leading me to my true destiney.
Bypass some of these ages-there boring
Life at a stand still,
Filled with juvenile detentions, institutions, the pen;
Wouldn’t see the streets ’till I hit 17,
They didn’t set me free-I ran and ran
They had my body and were tryin’ to take my mind
I needed my mind to set me free
18 back in the pen;
Its got me wonderin’, will I see a new day?-I pray,
I get to watch my children grow up,
Graduate from college
God please let me provide for them
Even while I’m sitting in this cell
Age 25, a sista ask me to write something to help the children, ‘n
I realized, my destiney
Now I’m 39, this is from me to you,
My life is true-don’t live it
There’s something for everyone, a way around everything
Don’t just accept what life brings
Make your life what you want it to be
Find your destiney
This is mine…
HELPING THE CHILDREN
99.99% of that poem is true.
Hi my name is James Rollins I’m a 39 year young black man in the pit of hell trying fight my way out.
I was born September 11, 1975 in the Tacoma Washington’s Hill Top area. I’m a ex-gangmember, a murderer, a prisoner, but those negatives,I refuse to let define who i’ve become.
I’m a Father, son, brother, I’ve become a honest, loving, caring,
respectful, responsible man. That is what now defines me.