By Kenyatta
I owe you an apology. You see, there is a wonderful person that I should have already told you about, but I haven’t, and I may have robbed you of time you could have been spending with him. The reason I haven’t said much about him is that I am cowardly.
Almost everything that I [ Read More ]
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Shout out Chris Washburne and SYOTOS. This is a Latin jazz band that came in on the 24th of February to give a show for the population here in Sing Sing. I’m talking about guys that have played with Tito Puente, Gloria Estefan, Marc Anthony, Justin [ Read More ]
By Kenyatta Hughes
It is indefensible to sentence our children as adults.
For the most part, I can generally see the wider view, understanding others’ perspectives even if I do not share them. But sentencing minors as adults is so incredibly hypocritical and morally unsound, it is about as close to real evil as ignorance ever gets.
I [ Read More ]
By Kenyatta
Baby girl has ruined my time perspective.
It’s crazy how you start to think about time in prison. When people ask you how much time you have left to do, and you say, “About four or five years,” their reaction is always the same. “Damn,” they say. “That’s a long time.”
And it [ Read More ]
By Kenyatta
This week, Mercy College/Hudson Link held their commencement for the class of 2009 at Sing Sing. Fernando Bermudez, Carlton Brown, Antione Doran, Mosi Eagle, David Garcia, William Jamison, Christopher kelly, Edward Leary, Wai Liang, Francisco Lopez, Lloyd Narraine, Christopher O’Neill, Chris Payton, Bisham Persaud, Shawn Pratt, Richard Prittler, Keith Reid, and Gary Wheeler [ Read More ]
By Kenyatta
Those behinds are not real.
First of all, understand something: in here, there are several subscriptions to every magazine that might maybe possibly occasionally show the least the smallest little bit of leg or cleavage. I don’t mean just the obvious — Hustler, Penthouse, Buttman, BVI (oh, please, don’t act like you don’t [ Read More ]
Alright; this is real talk.
First off, I wanna say what’s up to the people, and thank everybody for checkin’ the site. Thanks to you, PrisonPenn is growing crazy and we’re actually able to see that our voices are being heard, and that folks care about what we have to say. There’s really no way that [ Read More ]
By Kenyatta
Pain fades, love endures.
I was raised by two loving parents in a stable home. Dad was a programmer; Mom was a teacher. God-fearing Christians, daddy drove a pick-up, mama baked bread.
I’m being a little facetious but it’s not to riducle my parents or my childhood. The ideas that western society has about healthy/dysfunctional families, [ Read More ]
I’m my own worst enemy. I mean, there are very real forces at work, conspiring to defeat me and ensure my downfall. But when I find myself in trouble, it’s not the world or the devil that got me there; usually, it’s me. I do things that I [ Read More ]
She gave me four years.
I am still tempted to refer to her as my ex-wife, even though we were never legally married. When I was on Riker’s Island, a friend of mine was introduced to a girl named Melissa (shout out Chris and Melissa, wherever you are). She had never visited anyone in jail, and was a little nervous about coming to see him, so she asked one of her girlfriends to come with her. Then, because Melissa didn’t want to have to sit through an entire visit with her homegirl in her face while she and Chris were trying to get to know each other, Melissa told him to bring somebody for her friend to talk to.
“But not anybody trying to bag her,” she said, “ ‘cause she’s not available; she’s about to get married.”
The other day, my man Eye Build was playing chess during rec. While he’s focusing on queen takes pawn or whatever, this cat name Yusef snuffs him from behind, square in the face.
Now, Yusef is short, but he’s not a small man; I’d say he’s about as strong as average in here. Which means a [ Read More ]
My name is Kenyatta, and I’m pleased to meet you.
Words are powerful, because they are used to convey ideas. I have in my mind the image of a certain object, and then I speak the word that represents that object– say, apple– and now the idea that existed in my mind also exists in yours. [ Read More ]
(Oh, the streets are beautiful)
Seductive as the sexiest velvet voiced siren
Whispering long shot promises
Of money for riches and sex
For love.
Alternate society of counter-values and re-versed rules—
(she don’t love you, boy)
But you don’t know love, and her song
Sounds an awful lot like you
Imagine love would—plus that ass is fat,
So ride;
It’s the ride of your life.
Midnight rollercoaster
Blindfolded
Nothin’ [ Read More ]
My situation is pretty bad, but compared to what?
We had turkey chow mein for dinner today—their version of it, anyway. It’s actually alright; I almost always go to chow when they serve it.
Anyway, while we’re eating, the guy seated across from me is plucking pieces of cabbage out of the chow mein, saying how it [ Read More ]
H1N1, big and serious. I mean, if you believe the news, this thing has knocked off a couple of babies, old people, and some who apparently had some pre-existing medical conditions. So tell me, how is that any different from the regular flu? Seriously. I know that it matters little to the family of those [ Read More ]
My guitar is named Celeste.
I understand why guitars are always given women’s names. When I play, it’s kind of like sex. I don’t mean I’m making love to the guitar; it’s more like making love with it, but it is more of a link between me and my listener than part of me. I wonder [ Read More ]
It’s crazy; I’m missing my kid’s lives.
Biologically, I’m a father of one, my daughter Sky, but I raised her sister Natalie (Mariah), so I consider her my daughter as well.
Am I selfish? Perhaps, honestly I didn’t consider being absent from their lives before the crime was committed, and I damn sure didn’t think of prison. [ Read More ]
Prison is like a giant cemetery, above-ground catacombs with particularly spacious coffins. It’s a case of the biggest haunting ever, where hundreds of thousands of us move around, play games and try to communicate with the people we left on the other side. We hope that maybe we can still have some effect on the [ Read More ]
Music speaks to me. I don’t mean in some figurative sense, although I suppose that’s true, too. When I hear music, I hear words even if there is no one actually singing on the track. he words are in the music.
Whenever you can do something easily, you tend to undervalue it because it comes as [ Read More ]
An intelligent man once said, “Life is a comedy to those who think and a tragedy to those who feel.” I can’t remember who said it but I know he was smart just for saying that. Come on, life is funny when you think about it. It is so funny that I feel like crying.
That’s [ Read More ]
The flu has been going around in here and it stopped my spot to spend a little time with the kid (how thoughtful!). I’ve actually had the flu twice before but it was not quite like this. At one point, I was lying on the bed watching my thigh muscles jump from the contractions caused [ Read More ]
I saw an ad on T.V., I think it was for Charles Schwab. In the commercial, these people were talking about the stock market and how badly they were hit. A woman said that she had not even looked at her portfolio because she was too afraid. One guy asked “Who’s going to bail me [ Read More ]
I am in love with the most wonderfulness woman. I cannot be with her, no just because my incarceration physically prevents it, but because there are certain… complications. Perhaps I will explain the situation more fully later, but for now I can’t.
But the complications aren’t what I want to talk about; it’s the love. [ Read More ]
