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Pretty Inside while chained inside

First Day Out pt. 1

By Britnee DuvallPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Isaiah 61:1

A lot of people counted me out while I was in

Don’t even have to open my mouth, I brought my pen

From DMV down to the south, straight to the kin

Me and my little brother, and someone I called a friend

“Mastermind” that’s what the judge called me

“I got you B” that’s what my friend told me

“Right hand please” that’s what he raised on me

Gave a testimony; like my goons won’t still come lay hands on him

But I’m reformed I’m not worried about revenge

Just know I’m solid like a foundation of a crib

I was the smallest but I did the longest bid

I never snitched even when my friend did

I did my time with some killers and some dope girls

They got more heart then some dudes I used to trap for

Not in a gang but some billies I was riding for

Shoutout to Kat that’s my fam; not just behind the walls

I’m sending money every week, not just biweekly

Thinking about those left behind; it makes my knees weak

Just know I love you keep your head up like a Queen B.

This is for my sisters in the chain gang when they crown me

surreal poetry

About the Creator

Britnee Duvall

Hey everyone,

I’m 29 years old from Maryland currently living in Atlanta. I spent 4 years incarcerated and now I’m Sharing my unique experiences and thoughts through my paper and pen. Enjoy!

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