Archive for Golden Grove Adult Correctional Center

Film Screening – “Living with Life”

Posted in Community Outreach, Prison Poetry & Other Writings, Prison Reform, Prison Voices, Prisoner Outeach with tags , , , , , , , , , , on February 24, 2010 by viprisonproject

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The Standing Ground #2 – December 12, 2009

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings, Prison Radio, Prison Reform, Prison Voices with tags , , , , , , , on December 21, 2009 by viprisonproject

VI Prison Project’s Own Radio Show

Posted in Prison Radio, Prison Reform, Prison Voices with tags , , , , , , , on December 9, 2009 by viprisonproject

Fatherhood Is Forever

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings with tags , , , , , on December 8, 2009 by viprisonproject

From the planting of the seed/willing ready to supply its needs/The time of blossom has arrive/willing nature this blessing to survive Years turn to decades/The bonding grows stronger, responsibility never fades/lesson taught, lesson learn/The desire to emulate continue to yearn/ In your heart this brings a smile, all the while you’re learning too/that been a father longevity is a constant pursuit/Another milestone come at last/the tree bears fruit has come to pass/The lesson learnt are repeated as such, cause it worked by your presence and touch/The duty of fatherhood should never be taken lightly/For the memories of your actions is a beacon that shines brightly.

– Mark “Abba Natty” King
Virgin Islands’ Prisoner at Keen Mountain Correctional Center
Oakwood, VA

Why Me?

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings, Prison Voices with tags , , , , on December 8, 2009 by viprisonproject

Why Me?
They’ve locked up my earthly body but, my mind
is still FREE.  Thy mind is a gift from the ALMIGHTY.

Why Me?
On my way through life, I was deeply associated
with poverty.  The CREATOR me knowledge to cure
naturally.

Why Me?
I’ve made wrong choices, that have causes me
to not be FREE.  I’ve served my time &
prison was GOOD for me.  Now I am rehabilitated
that I’ve paid my debt to society.

Why Me?
Why Me,
Why ME!!

A part of life some human beings encounter
& others never see.

Why me, why me, why not me I made my own atrocity.  GOOD for me, GOOD  for ME!!  From my terrible choices I’ve overstand GOD’S wrath and changed from being stupidy.  Thanks be the Almighty & my initiative abilities.

Why Me?
Why me,
Why anybody?
Because it’s REALITY

-Ronald Martin
Golden Grove Adult Correctional Facilty

“The Cold Within”

Posted in Prison Poetry & Other Writings, Prison Voices with tags , , on August 7, 2009 by viprisonproject

We are so tender and loving to our oppressors, off springs,
especially to the females, inspite of how they are still
treating us after four hundred years: Yet we are not so
compassionate no loving towards our own brothers and sisters.
Why? Are our conditions immutable? I should hope not.

Let us spread our love around, loving our brothers and sisters
and loving ourselves as God plan it to be and this could be
the Integral Part we been looking for all our lives.

We are to have no one, but we must be on the alert for our
lives depend on it, so we may not, perish from the cold
within.

This is why I have chosed this Poem.  But before reciting it…
I have decided that the author and the editor be considered
Anonymous.  It will eliminate ulterior motives and ultimately
the contents of this poem, should be taken for what it worth to
each and every individual here.  You will then be your own
judges, and evaluate yourselves;  Halo’s or Pitchforks.

“Six humans trapped by happenstance
In black and bitter cold
Each one possessed a stick of wood
Or so the story’s told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first woman held hers back
For on the faces around the fire
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And couldn’t bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store.
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.

The black man’s face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
was a chance to spike the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death’s still hand
Was proof of human sin.
They didn’t die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within.”

As read by Mr. Charles Felix at GGACF for
Haile Selassie Birthday Celebration 7/26/09