• Skip to primary navigation
  • Skip to main content
  • Skip to primary sidebar
  • Skip to footer

Prose of a Con

Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

  • Home
  • About
  • Prose
    • Culture
    • Inside
    • Love
    • Mercy
    • Spirit
    • Trauma
  • Listen
  • News
  • Connect
  • Support

New Cellys

January 20, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

new cellys..

sharing living arrangements

that isn’t…no

that Ain’t Easy!

it never is its the worst news

getting a new celly that you didn’t choose

even celling with some friends

yaw kinda kool outside the room

but living together is a whole other issue

sharing food space and trust

its an intrusion, privacy is big

do they have their own stuff

this they first time in prison or not

do they know how to do time

are they institutionalized

“…aye Young Russ, who your celly?”

Idk, he from Lincoln

I just left so he could move his things in

“you didn’t screen him, what color is he?”

I didn’t feel like talking…I’ll rap with him later

shit, couples in love can barely live together

and now I have to search for compatibility

or cope with being uncomfortable

sharing testosterone ain’t easy

this room ain’t big enough for the both of us!

I got my schedule

you moved in

fit in…or get out

don’t snore

I snore

don’t fart

or flush them and burn the scents

clean up

make your bed

you take showers?

you got soap?

wipe the water off the sink

wipe the toilet seat

wash your hands

don’t be in here all day!

I need my space and alone time too

what’s your name?

what’s your charge?

where you from?

don’t touch my stuff

oh, you know him?!

that’s what’s up!

My name WayOfLife

or you can call me Young Russ,

I’m koo kinda goofy

but chill mostly

my schedule is like this and that

that koo?

fuhsho how much time you got left

damn that’s crazy

we just might get along

what’s your story?

you hungry?

you need anything?

can you see the TV?

you break, you buy

otherwise mi casa y su casa

but its mostly mi casa!

lol…but for real tho, you feel me?

protect the fort with your life, aight

no visitors after 8

my shows are on

u watch the voice?

Filed Under: Culture, Inside, Mercy, Spirit

Reader Interactions

Leave a Reply Cancel reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Primary Sidebar

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.

Read More

  • Whose Mind is it Anyway June 30, 2022
  • Objects June 30, 2022
  • Same Thang, Different Name June 30, 2022
  • Optical Ill-lusions June 30, 2022
  • Hollow Symbols June 30, 2022

Themes

  • Culture
  • Inside
  • Love
  • Mercy
  • Spirit
  • Trauma
  • Uncategorized

Footer

Prose of a Con

Prose of a Con is sponsored by giveabeat.org

  • Instagram

Navigation

  • Home
  • About
  • Prose
  • Listen
  • News
  • Connect
  • Support

Themes

  • Culture
  • Inside
  • Love
  • Mercy
  • Spirit
  • Trauma
  • Uncategorized

Prose of a Con © 2025 · web design by Studio Lyko