A. Hudson, IOWA: Pebbles

IOWA PRISON WRITING PROJECT


Peebles

A. HUDSON., IOWA


I SECLUDE MYSELF INTO THA DEPTS- OF THINKIN GLANCEN OUT OF A WINDOW PLANE WONDERING IF YOU COULD HEAR MY DEEPEST THOUGHTS THRU THE CAPTION OF A PICTURE FRAME I YALE LIKE THUNDER ROARIN WIT THE RAIN BEATIN AND COVERIN THE ROOF TOPs OF HOUSE’s, CAR’s, & TRAIN’s A BLANKET OF PROTECTION WHICH SHEKTER’s THOSE THRU FAMILY LOVE, & PAIN YO’ EYE’s, YO’ VISION THRU LIFE’s JOURNEY IS BUT NARROW YET NEVER ALONE A FAMILY JEWEL CARRIES HIDDEN FIGURE’s OF LIGHT- U SO LONG FOR ACKNOWLEDGING THE FACT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL U’LL-CEE-IT-2 HOW WE ILLUMINATE GOD’s WILL WERE EVERY MAN, WOMAN, & CHILD -EVOLVE- TRANSFORMING LAYER’s OF MUDD LEFT BEHIDE FROM THE ORIGINAL GENERATION OF MT CHEMICAL MAKE-UP -A CROWN- THAT IS EMBEDDED INSIDE YOU -PEBBLES-