My Thoughts on the Poem, “Dressed in Chains” I am currently working on my book to educate young people about the dirty truth of gangs and prison, and I have "nothing to hide".
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Several months after that, I decided to finish my time in a PC yard among ex-gang members.
What I did to him in return isn't important because this is in no way to be glorified. He crept up on me and successfully sliced me in the face with a razor. Late in the next year, another gang member tried to take me out. Otherwise I would have died here in prison. Lucky for me, I was able to move just in time. I did not stab him, so three days after by 32nd birthday, the very gang member who "asked" me to stab the member of the gang I once represented crept up behind me and tried to stab me in my throat. I use the word "asked," but in prison there is really no such thing as "asked" because if you don't do it, you become the target. One day I was asked to stab a member of the gang I once represented. I was living among people who only cared for me because of what I was expected to represent. As an ex-gang member, being on the main line was a totally different fight than the fight I had fight as a gang member. Several things had happened which made me decide to be placed on a PC yard. Upon my request, I was placed in a Protective Custody (PC) yard where I have decided to finish the last few years of my 20-year sentence. I am now about to be 38 years old, and I've been in prison now for 15 years, and this time I'm writing you from one of the protective areas of the prison. I was 30 years old and had been in prison for 8 years.
If you remember, I said, "I write you from the main line of one of the most dangerous prisons in California, not from some protective area of the prison." I've brought you "The So-called Game" and a few other writings here on "Gangs and At-Risk Kids." The reason I mention "The So-Called Game" is that since writing it eight years ago, things have changed in my life. Gotta be Careful Where Ya Plant Ya Feet.Some Thoughts About Gangs from a Friend.
A Letter from a 17 Year Old on the Way to Prison.As a Little Girl, I Pictured a Different Life.To My Brothers and Sisters Caught Up in Gangs.Happiness is Limited Living Amongst Hate.Gangs:Poems & Stories from Jail & the Streets Poems and Stories