The Inside of an Inmate

The Inside

Do you remember a story about a girl on the inside who died by the hands of her enemies, which included someone she had defended who pretended to need help?

No one cares unless it happens to them. Then it becomes a problem. Are you ready to face these atrocious intrusions with me?

There is no need to forgive or forget the past when it leads to dead last. You just need to let go until you’re ready to forgive. Often, you won’t realize that you’ve forgive a situation until you think about it and the hate, the resentment, the resistance is no longer there. It’s breathing fresh air, distributed by pure intention that was born of love.

You will succeed passionately. There’s no need to act foolishly for fame. There is no reason to embrace greed for the sake of a name. You’re preparing for the ultimate showdown in the third dimensional perspective that still gives death row the right to live and room to breathe and grow.

One of my best friend’s favorite poems by me ends with above sentence and I just channeled that for you so you know its true to a depth that didn’t exist before. I added to the end of it. I’m just letting it sit. I’m letting it marinate in the creative flow that seasons all its prior reasons to behold the dainty apathy of its subjects. We must pay our respects.

One finite thing about you is not tolerating disrespect from anyone at any time. You’re too strong to stand down when your missing crown is in the hands of an opponent you were chosen to defeat when you dropped your phone in the middle of the street but that doesn’t change the odds of the destiny you’re about to meet. This is concrete. This is credible. This is your story. Here & now & only you know how.

7/14/2021