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Poetry and Prose by Russell Wardlow

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Trauma

Stumped into Submission

April 10, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

a world leader once said,
and I’m paraphrasing-

if you want to see the values
or culture of a society
open its prison doors.

and the ancient Egyptians said,
the music of a land
shows the culture of that land

what do these things say
about the people
we have become

blame and accountability
are tools of damnation
responsibility,
the only means
for redemption and restitution

but responsibility
is given to the powerless
while imposed by the powerful
as well carried out for the powerless
by the powerful

one could say
responsibility
is a fourfold matter of
perspective position power and politics

is democracy
really the voice of the people
or an ominous voice
to the people
who’ve yet to realize
they’ve lost their voice
as a “people?”

Filed Under: Trauma

If a Prisoner was a Politician

April 10, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I recently heard a prisoner say,
“we invest in weapons of mass destruction
but not in the uplifting
of the lowest class of people”
slightly paraphrased
so the message can be clear
now reflect
…
has war-
its potential
and preparation-
become our sole identity?
what are we defending against
when we are mostly defending a fence
built to keep some out
and some in-
whether borders
or prisons-
or destroy those
with different worldviews
billions of dollars in aid given
to those unable to defend themselves
but America, I say to you
what about us
where is the investment in us
a handout, is not an investment
it is a crippling
it creates stagnation
and resentment
with the allusion and benefit
of rewarded ineptitude
creating competing class views
detaching the masses from the few
so the weapons of mass destruction
are really the lack of investment
in our urban locations,
schools, teachers,
jobs, women, and youth

Filed Under: Inside, Trauma

I know I am, but so are You

April 10, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

institutionalization
is conformity
systems indoctrinate institutions
institutions administer people
systems classify organizations and organisms
people are organisms
people create organizations
people are products of systems
society is a system
prison is a system
just in case my intentions aren’t clear
society, you are institutionalized too
and I’m the prisoner
you seek to reform and adjust
from my imprisoned institutionalization
to cohabit an environment
and be blindly institutionalized like you
but if you can’t recognize it
maybe I should be less like you
instead of seen as
less than you
because clearly
at least one of us
as a more realistic
and developed, point of view
so, I know I am
but if you don’t realize that you are
then what are you?

Filed Under: Culture, Inside, Trauma

Even in Prison there is a Circle of Life

April 5, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I watch fat birds
flying free
in my misery
getting full
from food
we refuse to eat
our neglect feeds
life is complete
even prisoners
give life
when it’s only death
that we see

Filed Under: Inside, Trauma

What’s Being Learned From and Who is Considered the Learned?

April 5, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I heard from a fellow convict:
“history is about knowing and understanding what happened, why it happened, so it won’t be repeated”
this is how life is built on
so there can be lesson in avoiding it
yet a poignant one in being so steeped in it
but all I see is it being a point of judgment
instead of wise instructions
and the prevailing discernment
but when I learn from mine
you still seem set on defining me by it
while avoiding your own
and that of the world’s
I strongly question what you assert as wisdom

Filed Under: Inside, Trauma

Time Torturers

April 2, 2022 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

I’m seeing it break them all…
as if the certainty of time
personified bone-crushing fists
squeezing more and more
by the day
and it pains me so
as its grip loosens from me
it still holds them fatefully
but I’ll forever remember
the wretched screams it evoked

Filed Under: 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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