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California State University, Dominguez Hills
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Soka University Japan - Transcend Art and Peace
Created: September 6, 2002
Latest Update: October 28, 2005

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Week of October 23, 2005

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    From CRMJ/SOCA 363: Corrections

    Rebecca Rydenski wrote on Monday, October 24th:
    Her art project/poem

    I've been in this prison for going on three years
    I never dreamed in one place, I'd face all of my fears
    Murderers and rapists and Nazis and thugs
    Facing such things when I only sold drugs
    You'd cry if you heard how I protect my own back
    I had to join this big gang; I had to run with a pack
    I deal drugs for them, but please do not dwell
    I provide an escape from this horrible hell
    There's a sense of brotherhood when our gang has our meetings
    When we figure our sales, and plan out our beatings
    Sometimes I don't like what we do, but that's prison life
    Like when this guy crossed me, and I stabbed him with a knife
    But thoughts of leaving the boys are shrouded in doubt
    They'll kill me no problem; there is no way out
    I'm a changed man now; I'm meaner and tough
    In this place you've no choice but to turn a bit rough
    Once out I won't have to put up with anyone's shit
    Not after they hear how many faces I've split
    But Mom, don't let this letter worry you none
    When I get out of prison, I'll still be your son.

    rebecca -- thank you for sharing this poem in class today. be srue to post it on the yahoo discussion group site.

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    From CRMJ 365 : Race, Crime, Law

    Brian Divito wrote on Wednesday, October 26th:
    His poem

    I think therefore I am as I think to myself of what I am What boundaries reckon me for all to see who I am
    Of color and creed of gender and age,
    I walk side by side with all of these

    It is simple it is, and that be a fact
    To survive the world and survive intact
    Shall take great courage and many a task
    But only in your glow may you ever bask
    My friend I tell you, my friend you are

    Walk beside me, come walk afraid or not
    Do not walk behind me, overcome me or stop
    I play to win, but not for you to lose
    So do as I say, not as you choose
    Nay, perish that thought for one thing is true
    My friend I tell you, My friend you are

    Look at me once, and look again
    What do you see once, what don't you see again
    We just met, but I already know
    Things you see are not what I show
    Come to me as friend or foe and you will do
    Such things the same as to make one from those two
    Walk beside me with my stirring gait
    Our legs as one our gait becomes our gait of tangled legs
    We both shall thrive upon each other and be better for the our
    My friend I tell you, My friend you are!

    Later as we walk as one you turn and yell at me
    Such pins and needles from your mouth you choose as real to be
    I choose not how my face looks, and neither should you too
    For this is how I love my life as when our one equals two
    Insult me how you wish to please the ego we can't share
    My friend I tell you, My friend I beg, My friend you still are there

    Now things are fresh where once was ripe
    Our wounds we lick to heal
    And then a third from the smoke appears
    Fear not love and love not fear
    Such different face of which you grace and thus it cannot be
    You cannot be the same thing more as us as our as we
    Yet your silhouette bears something similar
    As if I used to know
    But signs are all around us as if are quite low
    You speak the same and feel the same and beat the heart as we
    One moment please as I must speak to our to us to we
    "Hello good sir such time has passed since we last held gait
    what of this do you make I can't tell love from hate
    please hurry us please don't stray afar
    My friend I tell you, My friend you are"

    And then a strange thing happened as us lost we lost our
    My heart it filled with anger rage and lost its soft glow
    This face this face it haunts me now though we have just met
    Things must be different now we will see just yet
    Let us go take we take our and go to seek out them
    You'll know them when you see a face as sick as dead
    Subservient is their calling card and ignore their wants and needs
    For hate bears different -ocracies as faces fill from greed
    But worry not my same faced us, our pact is packed in deed
    Establish soft love from hate so hard
    My friend I tell you, my friend you are

    Hello we this hour our has come to me
    My color my sex my gender and age appear as B you C

    What of this face, this face unpure
    He speaks the same as us and our
    What cruel trick is this we will see

    I am Me as you are you and if my eyes do correctly see
    Your face is mine a different hue but nothing drastically
    My age well spent and yours so cheap but values every day
    Come walk with me side by side not far from back to front
    Come talk to me as we are one and I'll tell you where to hunt
    For answers that you need to know of heart as filled with what
    Sit down now and I will spill that answer that you want
    Hate and Love are much the same as you and I and We
    It's what we make them out to know is what they tend to be
    If you hate just hold it in and flush it down the drain
    But if you love burst it out for it is not the same
    We see things now through a crucial lens
    That knows not hate from love
    So take that lens and heave it high throw it high above
    Now look at me now, now what do you see
    "I see I as you are we"

    The final test of our gait we must put light in the dark
    My friend I must tell you
    "Yes, yes my friend you are."

    brian -- neat! be sure to post this on the yahoo discussion group site. also, can you read this to the class?

    August Richardson-Wagner wrote on Wednesday, October 26th:
    Five

    By August (aka Philosophica)

    Give me
    Five Years
    But will that turn my life around?
    I shed
    Five tears
    As 5-0 held me to the ground
    They said
    I was, resisting arrest
    So instead of cuffin' me
    They placed five bullets
    In my chest.

    Now my mom's got
    Five Angels
    Guide'n her every move.
    Five months
    And she still don't know the truth
    Five Angels
    My dad, my uncle,
    My cuz, Bro and me.
    Five decades
    and my people still aren't
    FREE

    august -- i noticed that you posted this poem on the yahoo discussion group. i thought i'd add it to lecture commentaries so that it doesn't get "lost" with other posts.



    August Wagner-Richardson wrote on Friday, October 28th:
    Give Me Five

    Give Me Five

    By August (aka Philosophica)
    Prison cells
    Produce hells
    Tangible commodity
    Taxpayers prefer to lock 'em up
    Than teach 'em to live free
    And contribute to the betterment of society.

    Disenfranchised by the system
    It ain't no joke
    And every time you lose a brotha
    It gets harder to have hope
    Visions of grandeur
    Gone up in smoke.

    The justice system
    Turns black mothers into martyrs
    Take a father from his son
    And you make his life harder.

    I can't believe we're still fighting
    For our civil liberties
    And I don't mean
    That if your white
    Your life's a breeze
    But if your Black, Gay or Female
    Your living on your knees.

    Plead guilty
    Even though your innocent Latino victim
    Still the suspect of the incident
    Model minority
    Living out the system's lie
    She said "call me a sell-out, I'm just tryin' to stay alive".

    This is the land of milk and honey
    So if you want to survive
    Shut up or get locked up
    Cuz if you don't live on your knees
    Then on your feet you'll die
    and if you feel what I'm saying
    Gimme Five.
    And if you feel what I'm saying
    Gimme Five.

    august -- thank you for sharing your poems with us..

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