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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Russell Wardlow

I Wish

November 8, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I wish
you would listen
I wish
you could listen
I wish
you would stop believing
that to change the system
you abide exactly by the ways
the system created for you
to think you can go about
changing its system
only to continuously wonder,
“what am I missing?”
when I see change and movements
settling for the celebration
of inches!
Convicts! Can I get a Witness?!

you can’t change
what you innately fear
you can’t change
who you fear
you’ve given them all the power
you thought you were
empowering with
change happens on the
blood sweat and tears
of martyrs and revolutionaries
(eh mhm, I Am…A Revolutionary!)

not tiptoeing, good-hearted
followers of every rule
which only serve to
further limit, subjugate
contradict and confuse

Not liberals without
a, “selfless fuze”
will I Ever believe in
to give the meter it’s
biggest moves

my hope in you
is why I lose
because I know what I
get with the system
it’s consequences and
engendered behaviors I exhibit

but sitting on my lily pad
starring up at totem poles
I cant respect a frog
or a toad, scared to
leap! and only
“ribbits!”
I wish
you would get it
instead of doubling down
on your methods and contributions
just to feel offended
because there’s lives on the line
I wish
it wouldn’t take so much time
for you to get it

Filed Under: Trauma

Tone Deaf AF

November 8, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

when you are White
and you say,
All Lives Matter
just think how that sounds

when your color gives you
an innate platform
which speaks volumes, yet
my value is stall clawing
from underground

just think how that sounds
when “Black Lives Matter”
wasn’t any ‘other’ color denounced
just think how that sounds
when American History
has created a civilization above
its own created Native and Black
burial grounds

just think how that sounds
when you say it as a
response, as if to add clarity
while perpetrating parody
silencing Black Pleas, with your precious
privilege’s hurt feelings…please!

creating groups
as responses to other groups
doesn’t create solutions
it is cloaked division
masquerading as good intentions

Duh, All Lives Matter!
that’s why you didn’t have to
create a group before
to say which

but when it comes to this
life, and its experiences
the whole Globe reacted to
Black Lives Matter…
it’s second time round
I wonder why?…

obviously someone’s value
must not be as obvious
therefore, attention and a call
to awareness was needed

so when your response
to someone else’s hurt is
“I hurt too…”
well, I don’t have to tell you
‘cuz deep down
you should know how that sounds

Filed Under: Trauma

Prayers to my Prisoners

November 8, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I’m sending POWER!
and PEACE
expressed in
proper and productive
perspective and poignant
poetry. Proclaim opposition
as Opportunity!
I’m not sending prayers
to focus on something
outside of you–
the world is outside of you
and is your current
imprisoner, persecutor
and oppressor–
but to a Peace Power
and God inside of You.
Let whats within,
dictate All outside of
you, not the reverse
We have to be the Power
we wish for people to
fight for, and give back!
to us. Peace, Be Still
and Know the God in You

Filed Under: Spirit

Over the Cliff

October 27, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I want you to lead me
on, even if it’s off
a cliff
besides, I
rather fall for
something, fore
what is this life,
without risk?

if
connection is hallucinogenic,
let me
trip

if
attraction is a brew
let me
sip

if
love is the ingredients
let me in
the mix

hesitation is a downer
but what an upper
if
I could have
you
for my last
supper!

so please, oh oh please
lead me
on
you’ll find that I
was already leaning
forward

onward, readying myself
for this
jump to glory!

finally feeling bliss
on the way down
and if we shall capture
anything
I’ll develop wings
upon my flight back up
and beyond

because there’s just
something about an
“us”
which makes me feel I can
fly beyond this
fence

so please, lead me
on
off
forward
onward
from this
cliff

and I’ll count it down from 3

Three…
Two…
Bliiiiiiisssssss!!!!!!!

Filed Under: Love

Big Picture

October 27, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I won’t love you because your shape
although, Love
my love will mold you into form
so you’ll see that you already have
everything it takes
trivial…
if we speak of love as
being that of taste
that kind of love is a waste
and your love
is above your waist
but it doesn’t start,
nor stop at your face
therefore, Love
your love ‘is’ your frame
and I love you because
my mindframe ‘is’
the Big Picture, it shapes

Filed Under: Love

Don’t Hold my Love Hostage

October 27, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

don’t hold my love,
hostage
I’m not one for,
bondage
what’s entitlement when
accountability has absconded?
this says less of my expectations
than it does of your deviation
from the work that’s always due
for the mutual destination
‘we’ first plotted
bemoaning promises is unbecoming
and obnoxious
and stagnation is toxic
so don’t hold my love
hostage
because you can’t stand steadfast
and keep a promise

Filed Under: Love, Trauma

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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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