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Out the Blue, True Friend, True Sister, True Angel

February 19, 2020 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I started believing in myself cuz u believed in me
and if u believe in it
then I always think to put my beliefs in it
then like the flower blooming from the concrete, I leave it cemented
and I’ve been relentless with my dreams since u woke me up
and if my mind is going nowhere fast, u somehow slow me up
I’ve been a man for years but u help to me grow me up
becuz at times I fall beneath my potential and u keep me owning up
I don’t know how u understand me
or even how u stand me
I really feel like we family
if we not, then what is a family
therapeutic when I can hear about your life just from this vantage
or if we talking prose of a con or talking Randi
u see me whole, even tho I’m damaged
and when it get too hard, u come in and help me manage
u always putting my struggles in perspective
with an effortless touch, u easily clear my perception
to me, in 31 years you’ve lived a life of perfection
that’s including the years and moments you’ve been prone to regret
tho it all worked for the glory of…so u shouldn’t regret it
the way I view u may be a lil excessive
but when preserving a symbol you gotta be protective
cuz when u choosing a best friend u gotta be selective
and when it comes to getting questions answered I come to u without a question
besides the question
I’ve relied on lesser
but I never have to worry about that when I head your direction
ever since my chipped tooth smile in that clustered colored sweater
when your hair touched your Achilles
you been the beezneez
I was blind and u helped me see things
now I can embrace my nature and behold what the breeze brings
back since tether ball and loose shoe strings
and the infatuation with mood rings
when I landed out the blue in two springs
you know back when u had hoop dreams
I’ve always known two things
that’s two deuces
and the definition of what ‘out the blue’ and ‘True’ means
my new life started after I met u though the contrast at first was too much
who would’ve known 20 or so years later this be our story and my new life would start again after we got in touch

you are the epitome of Grace and I love you to infinity and beyond!

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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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