by Osbun Walton, San Quentin State Prison, CA
In truth, from the time of my arrest, when I was handcuffed, it was in that moment I wished for freedom. And in my conviction, my sentencing, was not a hope nor prayer for me to wish for freedom but I did.
Physically, for 28 years I am enslaved behind prison concrete high walls, with gun towers, to secure my physical body within the bounds of incarceration for a time more than my life could endure. Small cages, I and other prisoners are assigned to our unit for an animal captured or rescued became my housing until the time of my demise.
In the mean-time my survival depends on whether I can absorb and benefit the positive insights for me to learn, to better my life, regardless of my hopeless dreams and prayers for freedom.
Do I stand strong and unfazed in my torment to cater along and confirm to a prison life with a different breed of prisoners for freedom sake? Because in my mind heart and soul I wish for freedom more-so. Freedom for many are another regular opportunity to again freak out. Being high on drugs just for a mere while of time before they hit rock bottom and return to prison, to repeat the process of another un-necessary prison term.
Some have created the perfect plot to glorify their quick rich scheme that will undoubtedly crucify their soul if not their life, forgetting their freedom ending with an endless prison sentence, not thought of! Then there is the small percentage that will sacrifice temptation in all its false beauty charms, obtain maintaining their plans and make claim as they grasp success strongly.
They are celebrated into the truth of the matter and will be always under the burden of control but now you are free from prison life to enjoy the fruits of your labor. To wish for freedom you never gave up.
Every real change comes in truth of its manifestation that you create into process, and sacrifice.
Read the history of any culture, if it is not too distorted from truth. The powers that are, does not always approve of loyalty you present, because their system will always regard you as sacrifice, instead of a human being.
Your convictions of your thought worth, your thoughtful freedom are without meaning and you struggle in that more that seems to never be enough to acquire comfortable life for yourself and family.
But the system still has the power to take your hard earned life all because a system needs your property to build what they want. Because of location you got to relocate.
So that smile upon your face, that song of joy in your heart where your mind celebrated your success of ownership to be stashed away from you because of the system’s needs. But, we swallow our pride to wish for freedom that seems to never be.
The cost of living will always rise above your income, your needs to generally survive, regardless of your pay raise, that seems so promising until the price of everything yours goes up as well.
The system is rigged in that way, to keep you believing and hopeful until the day you die. To wish for freedom as I do I know what I must do to survive and acquire some comfort without the rebellion?