by Ulysses, San Mateo I remember when I went into the foster system like it was yesterday. I was at my house with my brothers and cousins waiting for our parents to get home, but my mother didn’t make it home that day. Out of nowhere I see a lot of big trucks and police officers with big guns coming towards my mom’s house. I had no idea what we had done wrong because my mother had a normal life and I never saw my mom rob or steal none of that. I remember my brothers and cousins were taken
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A Problem With Coaching
by Christopher Walton, Santa Rosa Correctional Institution in Milton, Florida The first and only time I ever coached baseball happened as a fluke. I went to sign my step son up to play T-Ball at the Tampa Heights baseball complex. While I was in the office, the commissioner of the league, Monty Bostick, asked if I was interested in coaching one of the teams. At the time my schedule was pretty hectic so I initially declined the opportunity right away and went ahead and I said no. A guy walked into the office, smelling as if he’d just finished
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by Eddie M. Vargas Sr., CTF North in Soledad, CA Greetings, First allow me to extend a warm welcome to each and every one of you here today and may you all be blessed with good health, happiness, strength and peace of mind and with that allows me to introduce myself. My name is Eddie M. Vargas, Sr. and many people know me as Flaco. I was born and raised in San Jose, California. Currently I am serving a prison sentence of 60 years to life. It’s been rough, but I’d like to take a moment of your time to
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Volume 25.37/38
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Continue ReadingEd Note 25.37/38
Welcome to another fabulous double issue of The Beat Within! This latest issue is full of thoughtful writings and art, including our winning pieces from our recent Visions Of Reform Issue. A big thank you goes out to our partner the NICJR (National Institute of Criminal Justice Reform) for helping us make this special issue on reform possible. In this latest issue of The Beat we are showcasing the winning essays and artwork from our youth and adults who submitted work for this special issue. We love the pieces and we hope you do too. A big congratulations to
Continue ReadingThe One Person I Trust
by Momma’s Boy, San Francisco My mom was the only person in life that I could trust. She is my everything and she never showed disloyalty. My momma made it to every visit, every court date, and she never missed one phone call. All my life my mom made sure I never wanted anything and I never had to question her about a damn thing because she knew what we had going on. My mom was always one step ahead of me and she knew me more than I even know myself and my mom’s relationship was so tight we
Continue ReadingMy Temper Is A Reflection Of My Anger
by KH, Sacramento My temper is like no other because I never could be able to control myself at the right time. I would never be able to speak on my feelings, and when I could, or did, I would still shut down, because I also had a busy mother. I would make it harder on myself by not telling her how I really felt, and that’s a somewhat start as in why. My friends at school were the two girls I grew up with and always felt insecure about myself, because I would play “boy games” as in soccer,
Continue ReadingMy Mom, My Aunt, My Grandma
by Cecilia, San Mateo I have three inspiring people in my life, my mom, my aunt, and my grandma. My grandma has always been inspiring to me. When I was little she would tell me all kinds of stories about when she was little. My grandma was raised in Campeche, Mexico. When she was young her mom never allowed her to go to school. She would tell my grandma “la escuela para los ricos” (school is for the rich). My grandma’s older sister was my mom’s biological mother. My grandma had three sisters and a brother. Two of her sisters
Continue ReadingShining Light On My Truth
by Richie Angulo, Avenal State Prison Avenal, CA All my life I was the person who struggled accepting my identity. From a very young age I started wearing a mask to hide the real me. This was my way of hiding my feelings, all my hurts, and pains. For a very long time I refused to be transparent. I was afraid of not being accepted, liked, supported, and loved. This was my life for many years, a life of darkness and loneliness, a life that became my normal. Over the yards this began to take a toll on me. I
Continue ReadingThe Truth About Family Values-Moments, Flashes and Treasures
by Julian Melara, Pleasant Valley State Prison Coalinga, CA How can a man who has never had a normal family structure know anything at all about family values? After twenty-two years of being incarcerated, I have painstakingly firsthand knowledge about what it is about family values that is important, simply because I had very little growing up. Admitting that was a hard process for me because we all want to pretend that we come from family that teaches you such good moral values in life, right? Well, I will tell you something that you may not agree with right away,
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