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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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For My Life

September 13, 2017 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Prison was punishment

but I can’t stomach it

They put a price on my life

I gotta fight for my life

I broke my left after a right

They rollin’ dice on my life

Lions eat mice in this life

I need a knife for my life

Cuz they’ll stick a knife in my life

Might have to take a life for my life

And I might get life for that life

A lot in my eyes that I hide

Say I’m alright but I lie

Cuz I have a fight, I have pride

On borrowed time while inside

How much time til outside

My neighbor just lost his life

Before he made it outside

Everyday will I see night

Every night will I see light

I thought time had paid that price

But that price could be my life.

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Prose of a Con

Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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