Again I awoke to the morning In the dark of my prison cellWe sat and ate together Fearing and hating the different We simply praised our maker God's revealed in his every child No matter what his hue I've asked to meet my Jesus And gaze upon his face Today I know even more richly This beauty long open to me How beautifully he lives through every race Stephen Pursell, 9/28/01, This photo is of a typical cell in the California prison where this poem was written. I my experience there are countless men in CDCR who like me have beautiful artistic gifts. But the evil courts and prison system of California would rather punish and abuse the men for their mistakes than see them prosper in their gifts that would contribute to their home communities and indeed to all mankind. | ![]() |
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