Parchman Prison Writing, Sunday Verses

Mississippi Prison Writes Initiative #6 of 11, published in the book Unit 29

PTSD by Bryant Kirk

I’m feeling unloved mistreated. Neglected by young so call gang members’ organization bullies.

Not accepting me. I’m fifty-seven years old O.G. in this shit. But yet.

I’m slow played daily, I’m not able to get water. This young negro feels like his ass is so hi and

mighty a floor walk. He’s got to the point he don’t want to do shit. He said to an old man was they

asking or telling him to get something for. Him. Damn!

I feel like it should be different floor walks then one for organization members one for none

afflated guy. A fucking problem at Gang land. M.S. U-29. G.

I’m upset about this shit shit it’s unfair adds to my depressed state of mind already slowing my

creatively processes. And development in writing. And creative thinking this has really hindered

me.

I’ve noticed the instructor has not wanted to issue supplies! May be because gang members have

told him Bull-Shit. Not to issue me folders and ink pens. I’m about to drop out of this class. Fuck

this shit.

They selling all the shit they get they really start hating because i’m doing something right. This

instructor wants 10+ pages the fucking Ink is gone out this pen. They write good! I’ve been told

to limit 2 weeks of a tablet and a freaking ink pen. I sling into shit. I write all day long!

I don’t bull shit they stay watching my cell daily. I’m going to get a mobile device a cell phone

This zone is full of them: somehow. They cannot afford them! Shit

It’s really the only way to live at m.s.p.29. To keep you safe! From harm and in touch with your

family! This is a corruption environment k fuckery! All type of wicked shit going on daily.

Mostly negros trying to stop another Black Man from getting to the top! Jealous of what you have

or how you came up in life! Foolishness of young Black men. Brought up wrong, hateful, Bastards!

It’s not a pleasant thing to say this lovely am. Dark. Sat. Day! They need killing.

Here go my fucked-up mind set already on this am. it’s not even 5:00 am today April 2 Sat. 2022.

Disrespectful son bitches t. v’s blasting. Its 3:00am or 4:30am. If I had a pistol, I would fire a

round in the air and watch a bunch of Negros Scatter. They sleeping slipping at this time of

morning i’m wide open.

I take over the world at 12:00am every night. I roll up a fat J or blunt and take off into Pluto! Away

from hear! Pluto! Bitch! yea!

Fuck all fuckery: at 29 G. Zone A it’s Prime Time transforming into The Black Captain America:

“never seen a negro like this one: O! Yes. It’s fucking reel: A 2022 Capt. Black America in Stores

now! That be me we/he/him pronoun. Game.

Be who you want to Be i’m being me only me! I don’t follow i’m a leader. State Sen Mr. Turner

Baldwin MS. Told me this over 30 years ago as a young Church Boy! That I had a talent. At christian camp! I won every event that year at Maywood Christian Camp in Alabama! Brother

E.R. Bruce God REST his soul.

I do have a talent. My boys have this same talent I wonder what my daughter is like haven’t laid

eyes on her since she was 2 two years old! She has a very nice personality. Very sweet mixed girl.

Then she a lady now 22 years old: God help my heart be stable from hate i’ve been wrongfully

convicted many years under an unknown name, SSN. There is no place like H.O.M.E. Tupelo –

OLEPUT – Tupelo spell backwards:

Home of that Rich E famous. Trend Setter. Tupelo MS. World Wide! Not the All American City

under Jim Johnson law!

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