Category Archives: Leselie McDonald

I Bully You Because…(2)

Locked Up Hope

Guest contributor: Shaun Harris

I bully you because you’re weak. Because you’re short, tall, fat, or skinny. I bully you because you’re strong, black, white, Asian, Mexican, or foreign. I bully you because you come from a land other than mine. I bully you because of your customs and freedoms, your constitution, citizenship, culture, creed, and kind. I bully you because of your religion, status, rank, or lack thereof. Your possessions and popularity, your poverty, your riches. I bully you because you’re a man, a girl, a boy, a woman, or because of your age. I bully you because of the gang you claim, the game you played, your grades, or your position on our team. I bully you because she loves you  and hates me, because he likes you and he hates me. I bully you because of your talents and my lacking of talent. Your God-given gifts or the…

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I Bully You Because…

Locked Up Hope

I BULLY YOU BECAUSE….. I’m lonely, abandoned in a crowded space with uncomfortable thoughts penetrating my spirit, giving full view to my nakedness. You see me, I know, a child in a grown body desperate for attention, longing for the dust to create a song. Send me a verse to widow my hurt. I get drunk with pain from not being noticed like an empty bag dancing with the wind. I’m right here, if you’ll just open your eye and not walk by.

I BULLY YOU BECAUSE….. I’m lost, my touch can’t taste and my sight don’t smell nothing familiar. I hear a rhythm faint to the auricle, hard to follow, so I move with the shadow outside of me. I know you know me, listed as a characteristic, realistic in my bath with instrumentalism, I’m confused from your condemnation. I’m hardly a beacon charged by hate, I’m like energy unaware…

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No Change

Locked Up Hope

Men come to prison and the first thing on their minds is “how much money can I spend to ease some of this pain?” The Department of Corrections (D.O.C.) has no problem accommodating this itch. All day long I hear men reciting words to rap songs, not knowing that they’re contributing to their demise. It’s like frogs in a pot. If you put a frog in a pot of boiling hot water, the frog would jump right out as he knows the water is hot and will boil him to death. But if you put that same frog in a pot of cold water and turn the stove on, the frog would sit in that water and boil himself to death.

This is what we’re dealing with here in prison – men who don’t know that they are “cooking” themselves to the point of no return. Most men get out of…

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