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Hello World, It’s me

April 9, 2018 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Hello world, it’s me, Russ, Resilience Under Stressful Situations
No need for last names, we are just getting reacquainted
Ima felon, I prefer to say that upfront
I have more pro’s than con’s, so it’s easier being blunt
I was convicted of taking possessions that I didn’t work for
I deserved it, there’s more I’ve done that I’ve never been caught for
I differ from you because my bad judgements are public record
I’m too grown to call it mistakes, I was just dumb and reckless
I needed this time, I mean I could’ve done without the scenery
But having time to reflect and find self in the real world, isn’t done as easily
I found myself, perfect timing I’d happen to run into you
I’ve had you once, but lost you, yet distantly admired your view
Since then I began writing free verse poetry and 1st person narratives
I’ve learned to swallow pride, accept my wrongs and humble my arrogance
I’m still a little pretentious, but I let go of needing complete control
I’ve found a different type of freedom somehow in learning to let go
I have a genuine respect and understanding of women that has evolved my perceptions,
My insight is less prejudice, my debates are more selective
My opinions aren’t so sexually charged and oppressive
My actions are more protective
It’s funny how I find myself proving to you that I deserve a chance, like you are my dream job or girl of my dreams
But that’s exactly what this is because I care what you think
Be honest, will you give yourself to me fully, or will you stay hesitant, jaded by my past
Happiness isn’t freedom but there’s freedom in happiness, none of which is forever, but I just want mine to last
I have two beautiful sons to father, that job is at the top of my list
I found more peace in realizing the things and the effects of what I’ve done…ignorance isn’t bliss
I fancy myself a romantic, maybe a woman will enchant me with her heart
I’m less vain, skin decays, and these days, love is an art
So I’m putting all my bad upfront on the welcome mat
All in hopes that you’ll greet me with open arms and saying “welcome back”

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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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