Prison Cell Monologue

The man looked up at him, in a state of surprise, and replied “I’m Maurice, what do you want?”

Fuck what they talkin' 'bout All a nigga hear is my chains clinkin' back and forth right now, nigga Fuck with me Why the fuck you so opinionated? Sayin' how you do it but they ain't did it, baby

day room with his inmates and is listening in on their conversations. Suddenly he hears

from the city. You came that far? Ron said, I'm surprised anyone even survived that. The view

I've dealt with his bs n mine for years and I wouldn't have stuck up for shit if it weren't for the fact that people bash the unknown, so as far as you go, maybe, just maybe you're the crackhead jumping to conclusions. I didn't fully say he wasn't in the wrong, I never said the girl that night didn't set him up, cuz in my heart, she fuxkin did. But for you to fuckin call me shit ncbash me or my family, grow the fuxk up or why don't u say ur petty bs to my face bitxh?! Cuz I can say now I'm clean, I've got kids to worry about and take care of.. And also, if u read, I've been gone from him for over 9+yrs... Go fuck

I then knock loudly on Mr H's door so that he is aware of my prescence and await his reply, he called for me to 'come in'. On entering the room I

“ I’m Ron. There’s not much time to chat, though. People will be here any moment. Follow me.”, the man said. Ron went to the motionless body he had beriden of life and pulled a key out of the pockets of the body’s pants. He walked to the metal door, unlocked it, and pushed it forward. “ Come on.”, Ron instructed. Ron led them through many passageways just as dull as the room Ty and Deen previously were in, until Ron abruptly stopped. “ This way.”, he whispered. Ron bent down,

I’m sitting at my computer, ignoring pages of economics homework and mugs of cold tea now strewn about my desk, as I search for a direction to go with my life. Such was was my predicament several months ago. It’s undeniable that I’m an artist, hard and true, for a pencil found its way into my hand as a child, and no desire of mine nor of the universe ever tempted it to pry away. Throughout my earliest years and memories, I maneuvered with graphite, paint, and crayon every adventure that I ever dreamt of pursuing. Oh, I was a resilient child, as well, who refused to take part in any art class at school or as an extracurricular for an abundance of years, as I was invariably convinced that I could learn all I wished on my own accord! Consequently,

Jamal woke up in a dark, dirty, damp place. He was in a room with another unconscious or perhaps sleeping man. Suddenly a light turned on and two men in suits stood the entrance of the room. One pointed at Jamal and said, “The kingpin wishes to see you.” They left the room and Jamal followed. They entered a hallway filled with similar rooms, not a trace of sunlight in the whole building. Then they entered a massive room with hundreds of miserable people doing slave like work. They were manufacturing illegal narcotics and it appeared to be against their will. He kept following the two suited men until they reached a massive, decorated door which they opened. In the room was a throne made of dollar bills and a tall, muscular man rested upon it.

I hate early mornings with a passion. I didn't even want to come to school today. I somehow managed to roll out of bed today though and here I am standing here listening to Rob yap about another dumb slut, who actually hooked up with him. I round the corner to my locker and see a crowd hovering around something. I shake my head and make my way to my locker.

The door that he walked in was still opened, I look through the window and i see about four other men including who i believe is Oppenheimer put on these weird tin suits. Ten minutes passed and they have been gone for three, slowly i open the door and peeked my head in like something from a cheesy spy

I woke up in the cell again, hungry and tired, it was 5:00 in the morning and I did not know what was about to happen to me. I wondered and wondered then realized I was about to find out. The man came back with the handcuffs and I was brought to the king’s chamber and he explained to me that he was throwing me out of the farm. I was useless because of my disability. I was to leave and never return.

All Clear! I knew this day would come, I would have the same fate as my momma and papa, starving and only having each other in the concentration camp. The only difference is, I’m all alone. Why did I think he would protect me, he was a christian, and I’m a jew.

The United States Department of Justice has come forth with a statement that they will end the use of private prisons. Sally Yates, the Deputy Attorney General, stated that she has sent a communication to instruct prison officials not to renew any contracts with operators of private prisons or for the diminished use of contracts with already exist. This is the beginning of the process intended to cut and eventually end the use of prisons which are privately operated.

Solitary confinement is exactly what the name implies: complete isolation from human contact in a small, enclosed room. Inmates can be put in solitary confinement for various reasons such as breaking rules, fighting with other inmates, or as an attempt to protect that inmate. Various court cases have addressed solitary confinement in terms of the Eighth Amendment of the United States Constitution. While the courts have not deemed solitary confinement unconstitutional, it has worked to limit the use of it as a punishment. Many studies have seen various side effects of solitary confinement, including hallucination, self-mutilation, suicide attempts, etc. These effects are seen in prisoners of all ages. Because this isolation is so detrimental,