Hoobie

by Richard Zamora, Centinela State Prison in Imperial, CA Hi, my name is Richard Zamora and I’m a recovering drug addict and alcoholic. I’m proud to say that I’ve been sober for three and a half wonderful years. Please allow me a minute of your time to share with you my experience with drugs and alcohol.  I used drugs and drank alcohol for the same reasons a lot of others did. The main reason being I was numbing the pain I had been feeling for so many years. Growing up I felt like no one loved me, cared for me

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Ed Note 27.01/02

Happy New Year! Welcome to our first issue, 27.01/02, of the new year! Thank you all for your time and work and for playing such a vital role in this one of a kind publication we know and love, The Beat Within.  For 25 plus years we have been doing the graet work and this magazine is proof! Thank you all for being a part of this journey and embracing with us this latest chapter, 2022. Without further ado, lets’ pass the keyboard to our dear friend and colleague, OT!  Welcome! It’s OT once again reporting live to you from

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Trusting Yourself Is Trusting Your Power

by LL, Sacramento  What “trust your power” means to me, is to trust the intelligence you have. When I hear “trust your power”, I think of it as words of wisdom. Many people in the world have different capabilities and don’t use them to their fullest. Trusting your power is like trusting yourself in some sort.  We get put in situations we don’t want to be in every day. We make changes by the mind. Everything we do is a power. Waking up, eating, walking, talking. It’s all a power. You just gotta trust it.  For example, let’s say you

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Life Lessons

 D’ercey, San Francisco  Before I came to jail, I was out doing bad. I was gon’ keep doing the same thing ‘till I came here. I learned my lesson I swear this time. I learned because life is short, I got a lot to lose. I swear I love my family and if something was to happen to them, I would be hurt, so that’s why I am changing my life. When I get out of here, I will change.  Everybody ain’t your friend. Somebody might want to be your friend but is really trying to use you. That’s why

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That Night Still Haunts Me

by G, Sacramento Everyone at one point in their life faces some sort of difficulty. That’s just my life. My father died six years ago, when I was eleven years old. And still just thinking about that right now makes me panic. I can’t stop the panic. I can’t think, I can’t breathe. It doesn’t stop and I try to ignore it and I get angry and sad and hopeless, and it doesn’t stop.  Cut, burn, scratch myself, pain, and it helps it to stop. My dad was nice, my dad was caring. I loved my dad.  I remember I

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My Life

by JJEM, San Mateo Alright got that out of the way, so let me catch you up from the last time I left off on my story. I left off on the part where my friend Steven had a seizure and Georgie and I thought he died right in front of us.  Also we three were under the influence of alcohol and we were also high, but Steven and I were also under the influence of what you people know as LSD, and not the “mushrooms,” but also known as paper/gel tabs. I hope this story helps you understand how

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Why I Write About Pain

by Jesse Ayers, San Quentin State Prison, CA I was reading some of my latest Beat Within publications and I realized I write a lot about pain. I started wondering, “Why do I write so much about pain?”  Here is what I came with. When I start living a life full of love, joy, and happiness. Then I’ll start writing about love, joy, and happiness. Until then, I’m gonna tell you all about what I know, pain and suffering!  I know I haven’t experienced the same pain that some of you have. I met people in prison that have been

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22 Tips For 2022: Lessons Learned

by Leo Cardez, Dixon Correctional Center in Dixon, Illinois I was called to see the nurse today for my annual check-out. Towards the end of my visit she quietly turned around gloved up, lubed up, and instructed to drop my shots, turn around and bend over.  “What, why?” I pleaded.  It was time for my prostrate exam, she explained.  My first thought was, damn I should have made sure to wash my ass before I came over here today. Then I remember reading in the Department of Corrections Manual that prostate exams weren’t required until you’re over forty-five.  I pleaded

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