🔵 By Enoch Jackson. Photo by lauragrafie.
I got something to say to my past… R.I.P,
To the streets,
I’m walking to a new beat.
Took my seat,
At the right hand of the throne,
Got a home, in glory,
Chance to tell my story.
See these scars on the outside tell you what I’ve been through,
But the ones on the inside tell you how I got through.
Even behind the razor wire,
My spirit will never tire;
Deep in my soul is a burning fire,
My heart an overwhelming flame with only the desire.
TO love those who got left behind and never made it home,
Or who made it home and were taken too soon.
Like a shooting star, the brightest lights burn out the quickest,
Leaving an impression that stirs an obsession,
TO learn from the lessons,
Of a life lived their way – on their own terms.
Never falling victim to society’s conceptions,
Of what a criminal and felon should be;
But if given the right chance,
With the right love,
What they can, will, and could be.
Of one person will step out on faith and shake the hands,
Of men and women of corrections.
The only correction that comes from incarceration,
Is on the part of each individual;
Actively and willingly seeking to be better than yesterday,
To take that step from convict to citizen,
And begin again.
So, say goodbye to the old ways,
Walk these streets with a new beat,
Rehabilitation is in your hands,
The state won’t hand it to you.
Only you can stand up and make the statement,
That my fate and destiny isn’t chosen,
That I got a chance to change it.
So, R.I.P to the streets,
I’m walking to a new beat.
You’ve seen where my feet have been,
Now watch where my feet can go,
When I set my mind to it, failure is not an option!
Continuing the restoration,
And stand up for the fallen…
The voice of freedom is calling.
Hope is important because it can make the present moment less difficult to bear. If we believe that tomorrow will be better, we can bear a hardship today.