Pray for me... by an anonymous poet and King Steelo

All my hate and all my rage causes me so much pain... The pain runs so deep like a knife slicing through each one of my veins... One by one the blood flows with no end in sight... Someone please give me the band-aids that can save my life... The life that I helped create is the cause and cure for all that I feel... I know I did wrong but I also did right... Fixed my flaws so I can once again feel the blood flow through my veins and into my heart... Now my chest is hurting because it wasn't enough... I'm only still alive because I can feel its touch... One hour a month just isn't enough... What more do you want? More and more money that I can't save up... Do they want me to fail? Risk it all and go to jail? Because I had to bake a cake for some change from an illegal bake sale and it set me up for failure... I may stumble but me give up---NEVER! I can't fail, I can't go to jail---can't lose the reason that in turn gave me a new life... Will I make it? According to the stats in Louisiana---another prison term is in my future or worse---DEATH! Pray for me...

This poem was donated from a woman who recently came home from prison. Her husband is still currently doing time and she's constantly fighting temptation demons that only bring you down... This is a struggle we ex-convicts face when coming home especially in Louisiana, where the system is set up for you to come right back---RECIDIVISM! Can you believe there are more prisons in Louisiana than schools? This has to stop---starting with ending the Napoleonic laws this state runs by... We have a new governor---so lets start helping people rather than locking everybody up! Holla @ ya boy...