The right to write

The Right to Write I don’t know how I’m going to survive after prison. I don’t know how I’m going to make a living. I don’t know if I’ll get over these hurdles. I don’t know. So I write. I write about the perceived injustices. I write kites to try to make prison a better place. I write to Senators & Popes & Commissioners & Wardens. I write to express my fears and kindle my hopes. I write to all the letters in the alphabet soup: ACLU, DOJ, LAMP, DHS, MSOP, LLSP Most of the time I’m ignored — but I don’t give up. I write to survive. I am a survivor. Originally published in The Evening Street Review. Reprint Rights granted with credit.