SLAVE NARRATIVE #29: Real Thoughts and Experiences from the Perspectives of Massachusetts Prisoners

My Story

I grew up in a house where everything was kept hidden inside,
So much ego and pride,
My father was too blind to see the pain in my eyes.
Even when I tried to speak-up,
I was told to shut the fuck-up,
In the nicest way,
Cried for days,
When my brother Pavel passed away.
I was seven,
I was told GOD took him to heaven,
Made one of my worst mistakes in life when I was eleven.
Told my father it was time for him to man up and choose,
Between me and my step-mother, as a child how could I know I would loose.
Lost and confused.
I found myself living with my neglectful mother,
Hated my father, i felt abandoned by my sister and brothers.
So much pain and trim,
Led me to become addicted to alcohol and marijuana,
Even in cold winter days I hung-out like it was summer.
Regardless of the consequences,
Started hanging with similar delinquent minded adolescents.
In the streets I found my voice through the art of Rap,
Ran-away from home emotionally into my so-called best friend’s trap.
For once in my life everything that felt so real I came to realize was really fake.
The only real family that I had was at home whose heart I would break.
I never felt like I had their support.
Till the day I murdered an innocent young man and ended-up in court.
No more friends, guns, drugs and alcohol,
That could take away my pain as my loved ones witnessed my down-fall.
Incarcerated for life,
Missing my children, family and wife,
If I could go back in time and give my young self advice,
I would tell him to be patient, be careful with fake friends and to think everything over twice,
Been denied Parole Twice,
I’m tired of eating nasty stews with rice,
Surrounded by mice.
They walk on two legs dressed in human clothes,
Who see c.o’s as their personal super heroes.
But as I find,
Myself doing time,
Making space,
I allow my mind and soul travel outside this toxic place.
So I found a time and place it’s called Music-501,
Where I can excape and keep my hopes of a brighter future-because my life’s been hasn’t rung,
I’m on the path of redemption like the prodigal son.

Vinny Universal Nunez

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