The Beat Within

by John Clark Hello! My name is John Clark. Today I came across some literature here in reception at Delano, NKSP called Kid Cat Speaks (inside the San Quentin News). In it I read where there exists a program where I can write something that might be read to some young men in (juvenile) custody called The Beat Within. The topic is suggested, this month it’s “Comfort Zone” so I’m going to step outside of mine and speak from the heart. Please read and listen:  A comfort zone can be found almost anywhere that you can get some peace. For

by SP Well, it all started the day I was born. 2001, September 27, my birthday. I don’t remember too much from when I was young, but then again no one does. But I do remember a couple of details. I remember when I was seven years old, that year I didn’t have a birthday party. This year I didn’t either, but I will get back to that later.  Anyways, I was born in Sacramento, at Mercy San Juan Hospital. I was born in Carmichael, but I moved all around Sacramento all my life. I lived in almost every city

by JJ It started 2002 in August, on the 8th, at 11:42pm. I was born on the same day as my grandmother on my dad’s side. Eighteen more minutes and I wouldn’t have. She was there, hoping I would be born on the same day she was. My dad was there supporting my mom.  I don’t remember too much due to the fact I was so young, but my aunt tells me I was obsessed with dimes. She said I always had one in my hand and when I didn’t I was asking for one. I’m not sure when I

by Moguttah I say I’m sorry for that shhh that I done did  And I’m thankful for that shhh  That you had done when we was kids   I’m steady screaming, RIP Heem  ‘Cause when he died, we was kids  I put  my pain in this letter   ‘Cause when they hear it, they like, damn  Forget live and deceased  ‘Cause these ninjas ‘round me wanna live  I’ll hate to show out for the hype  ‘Cause them people never cared  My lil’ brother had a baby  I promised I’ll be there  When they gave me two years   I couldn’t show it, but I cared   So much pain in my eyes  When they see me they be scared  Lost my soul to these

by Isela My older cousin Mikaela was planning to overdose on a bottle of pills if she didn’t get the attention she was seeking in our group-chat. Mikaela has suffered from depression for three years now. She’s attempted suicide repeatedly. Mikaela has sent me pictures of her arms right after she’s just cut the surface flesh in attempt to bleed herself dry. In an attempt to kill herself, she takes a chance; a chance that she might live. But how many chances will life give her before death finally decides to claim her? She’s called me saying how much she

by Kenneth Harris Everybody deserves a second chance and my view is that second chances should be first initiated by the individual. Your second chance is to challenge yourself with an honest inner appraisal and recognition to aspire beyond your present circumstances, environment and intellect. We know the system does not work unless you make a personal effort towards transformation. Crime and punishment, be serious! I spoke to you last year how important it is to settle your mind, take a real good look at yourself, the entire landscape of your dreams and goods, family and the chance you have been forced into. Today let’s call