PRISONPENN.COM FROM THE INSIDE OUT

By Kenyatta

Do I write too much about love?
I sometimes wonder if you tire of hearing how I love my family or babygirl (my purple bass player: ). I wonder if I should write about other things, like the thunderous clap of a C.O slamming shut my cell gate or the daily frisking of my  [ Read More ]

For the most part, my father was never apart of my life. He left my mother and I when I was very young. My mother was pretty young herself, she came into this country from Hong Kong when she was 17 years old, and about a year later she was pregnant with me.
Though my mother  [ Read More ]

Losing someone that you love is never an easy thing, but losing a loved one while in jail adds a whole other dynamic. Though I have been fortunate to have no experienced that myself, I have witnessed many others go through it.
Yesterday, one of my comrades was told that his daughter was shot in her  [ Read More ]

I was over her, but while gazing in the mirror at the ugly and very irritating scar on the right side of my chest, I seen her name tattooed across the area that encloses my heart. While this was happening, it didn’t take long before my mind produced those hidden thoughts of how, when, and  [ Read More ]

In 2003, while at an underground Hip Hop event in the lower east side of Manhattan, I met an official muhfukka.
I had just came home from doing a three year prison bid, and I was on a mission to get into the music industry as a Hip Hop Artist. Within the first week of my  [ Read More ]

They say money can’t buy happiness. I say give me a million dollars and I’ll show you how to be happy. They say money can’t buy love. Well, I already tried love and it was aiite; now I want to experience money. They say money can’t buy true friends. True, but it can buy you  [ Read More ]

Going to prison is like attending a funeral: people cry, they get angry, but after awhile, they go home, drink, party and life goes on. As time goes by, the visits become farther apart and fewer in between, the letters get shorter until they stop completely and eventually a prisoner becomes nothing more than a  [ 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 ]