When thrown into prison,
I was a scary student
Who speaks little English,
He knows nothing about racism,
I had to get a crash course to learn
To work through it,
To talk garbage,
And…
To learn how to fight.
Therefore, in the first ten years,
I have worked religiously,
Lift weights when available,
Psychology and how to fight
Bidi,
Burjley,
And my body.
In battles, I stabbed,
Four ribs have broken into pieces,
Of course, others have been hurt.
Violence against violence was the way to go, I thought.
But also felt there was something missing.
There was nothing right in the picture.
It was not me.
So, I spent the next 13 years trying to find myself.
Just who am I?
I’m not sure I have the answer today,
But I did not find anything.
I found a central
Through meditation and discipline.
I got lost,
Swimming in the ocean
Of internal discipline.
Focus only,
intransigence,
And faith
They took me back to the center
Repeatedly.
Who knows others
he is clever.
Who knows the soul
Is enlightened.
Who Overcomes Others
Is strong.
Which overcomes the self
Is the mighty ..
So, this is the story
How I found my center
Through meditation
Discipline.
thank you.
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