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More or Less, My Record

November 20, 2019 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

Hello?..

I don’t need a lecture

just for the record

I’m more than my record

just give me a second

I haven’t ate breakfast

you know how it is when you waking up out of sleep

straight from the Odyssey

that we call dreams

but that shit reality

its 2 already?

I need a few calories

u say I’m waking up late feeling bad for myself

so I need a wake up call from someone else

u say that u feel me and here for my help

who says I need help

put those projections on somebody else

I can do bad, all by myself

matter of fact I’m already, all by myself

I’m pushing of coarse, cuz I need some space

I don’t need your perceptions all in my face

I called you ok

but you all on my case

damn right I hold grudges

cuz this feel like judgment

u say u ain’t judging

but what is it when its one thing or the other I get it…

I know u say u see more in me ?

I’m snoring, u boring me

life packed some c4 in me

I may blow up at any second,

while this phone recording me

I don’t care if they hearing me,

I don’t care bout their orders cuz I am no orderly

I am still borderline, as long as those fences still border me

so just for the record I’m more than my record

I’m raw I’m a rebel and wretched

my life is a wreckage

I don’t get no rest or no respite

its hectic

I betcha it doesn’t get better

revel yet wrestle with messes

I won’t leave a message

hold up wait a second…

this sounds a lot like my record

you was right save the lecture.

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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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