I just got out of arizona state prison

for beating a man half to death and leaving him

out near the boarder.

“Was I wrong for what I did?”

Crooked teeth dirt in his scabs

Bones left as straight as the line I was walking

I think not

He deserved every suffering as I did in my sentence

We wouldn’t of seen eye to eye with a staring problem

He did some wrong things

As so did I,

Well life is a little brighter

The sun shines a little better

In my heart I know I have solved all the problems in my head

But things feel different this time

As If I have a new perspective of what being free really means.