Pray For Me(Song from Boosie Badazz)”


There has been much to do, when holding one’s self accountable. I’ve sat and witnessed the many, become victims
to the very environment that’s meant to be productive and rehabilitative. With understanding, I’ve asked myself, if the
inhumane actions done to individuals incarcerated, resemble the same inhumane treatments of individuals who are
in society? I ask myself and God, does the tears and cries of the downtrodden, matter, even though we’ve made the
mistakes that landed us in these unfortunate set of circumstances?


I can’t speak to the mistreatment of the incarcerated, without speaking to the mistreatment of the staff who are in the
trenches with us. My rationale for this expression, is to see and recognize the lacking of Human decency, as it
pertains to ALL PEOPLE; even the Men and Women who work to earn a livable wage…they are also victims of the
Carceral System, as it creates the traumas that often goes unnoticed or unconsidered.
These People…these Men; Women; Sons; Daughters; Fathers; and Mothers, have been hard pressed to do the
right thing, as it aligns with the Human Spirit. In all honesty, I’ve had Staff, care enough about me than the
inhabitants who live around me; those who’re within the exact same position and experiencing the same conditions.
I’ve had Staff and Inhabitants of this environment, care enough about each other, from a humanity stand point, that it
establishes a fondness and respect for the people they are. But it’s too often, that such truths and behaviors are
misrepresented as “Fraternization”, because the respectful smiles and treatments of an individual incarcerated, goes
against the identity of what the Imprisonment of Human Beings has always been.


On August 16, 2024, Greensville Correctional Center, was so short of staff, that they couldn’t manage the regular
issues that are necessary for Housing the Men here. My Unit Manager showed so much strength and
fortitude, while enduring the overwhelming stress of being the Unit Manager, Lieutenant, Sergeant, Floor Officer,
and the floating officer, to ensure that the Officers who worked in the building, were able to have the necessary
breaks. I watched this Woman; this Mother; this Concerned and Professional Person, look Beat Down; Bruised;
Defeated and Unconsidered.
I watched as the choice swirled in the conscious mind of an overworked; overlooked and unappreciated employee.
The unfortunate circumstances, made a Mother have to choose between being a “professional oppressor”, due to
the many unaddressed issues, that makes one choose their profession, over being Mothers; Fathers; and Human
Beings. I watched as adjustments had to be made, as a result of a staff shortage, which couldn’t allow a Mother to
go home, at the respectable hour to pick up her child. I watched her shoulder the burden of the World and the
Heavens, only to become a victim of the lazy mentality, of those who are in authority over Her or work alongside her,
in this environment.
This is not an essay to point fingers or name names. But what has become true from the past, up to now, is that
there’s no accountability of those issues that are often great sound bites or article fillers. Frankly, there is no
Humanized treatment of the staff or the residents of this institution. The fraternal order of “Correctional Officers”, are
only working as the means to support their lives and their families, remaining unconcerned of who suffers the Mental
Strains; the Broken Families; as well as those Questions of one’s very own worth, within a much Bigger Human
Family.
There’s so many OUTSTANDING People, who are currently employed here, at Greensville Correctional Center, that
are leaving here, in order to work at Lawrenceville Correctional Center. One of the best People, who’s a Unit Manager of the Reentry Building and Army Veteran is also leaving. She has always been the proper example of a Good Person; a Great Manager of any and all affairs, that addresses the issues of people… if
their jumping ship, what does that say about the environment and the people who manage/control it, as an overall.
Those are just a few of the people who are losing their own humanity, due to the expectation of separating their humanity from their occupation. They have relied heavily, on those of us, who has made the choice to work towards
Building Bridges and Mending Fences. Yes, those Bridges takes effort and time, but when there’s no efforts put towards the action, which leads to solutions, we fail at the proper outcomes we’re trying to gain.


This next expression is very close to me, and that’s because it speaks to the excessive force, utilized, without having clear and present evidence, to justify such force or the order of that force, being utilized. Please know that I compose this, at a risk of being viewed differently; handled differently; as well as treated differently. But I WILL NOT sit around and allow the very nature of People, to be disrupted, corrupted, or looked at with a biasness, that can’t be shown out of uniform, as it is displayed while in the uniform. Meaning…if you have an ulterior motive, towards the
population of incarcerated Men and Women, then state it; embrace; and outwardly display it, for the Free World to see, as well as the incarcerated one, to know and accept. {NOTE: This is to speak to the Mentality of the environment and how such a Mentality, has not only risked the lives
of people, but the very Humanity that separates the People from animals}. As I am held to the standard of a Human Being first, and Man second; how is it fair and decent, to absolve the Staff Officials of such a standard? So this is
just a few of the Inhumane treatments that’s occurring, within these Imprisoning facilities.}

Alfonso “Ghaza” Skyles (aka. Quillz) (#1134129)

Greensville Correctional Center

Play Time

By: Jennifer Zukerman

How can we look up
to a system so corrupt?
Watching former presidents
fly by, unscathed,
to give them countless tries?
Meanwhile,
they look down on the little guys?

Take it from me.
Little guy here!
The system has
blood rushing to my ears,
and fed every last fear.

Yet here stay the gears,
plotting and churning,
as I spend the darkest nights,
tossing and turning.
Justice has become jaded,
and all the gears inside
are either
burning or hated.

Jennifer Zukerman (#2080583)

Fluvanna Correctional Center for Women

There has to be a better way…(part I)

I’m doing 10 years in Virginia State Prison, for Involuntary Manslaughter, for the accidental overdose of my late girlfriend Nicole Shifflet. My story needs to be told, hopefully to help prevent another overdose, promote overdose awareness, to educate, and put a spotlight on Virginia’s Good Samaritan/ Overdose Protection Law (18.2-251.03).

On 8-11-2020, my girlfriend Nichole “Nikki” Shifflet wanted to come and stay with me for a couple days at my hotel in Williamsburg. Nikki and I are both addicts and have multiple mental health diagnosis as well. We met each other at an assisted living facility for people with mental health problems. The Monday of the 10th, Nikki starts to make plans to get a ride to me, I was on the chase to get my daily dose of heroin (dope, as I will refer to) with my dealer/friend. We go and get some dope, some crack, and some weed and we are headed back to my hotel. I met Nikki at a 7-11 and paid her friends some cash and weed for bringing her and waiting for me. We went back to my hotel, my dealer/Friend left and went to his room down the hall. We started using the drugs i bought, we had sex, then we went swimming in the pool for a few hours came back and showered together used more drugs then we went and got snacks, and then ordered dinner from the bar. We went back to our room and used some more, got in bed and hooked up again and then went to sleep. Around 12:30 am on 8-12-2020 my dealer/friend came knocking on my door and woke us up, he asked me if I had any dope left from what he sold me earlier, I told him I had a little bit left for the morning. He then said he could not re-up until later the next morning, that he had some more crack we could all smoke if I shared the dope with him and he would give it back once he got more later that day. He came in we all started smoking crack together, I gave him the rest of the dope. He poured some on the table and sniffed a couple lines, and Nikki asked if she could try some, I told her no way, baby you do not even use dope! I told her that this stuff was really strong and how all dope nowadays probably has fentanyl in it. We argued back and forth and the dealer/friend said a lil bit would not hurt anybody, so I gave up arguing and he scraped a little tiny bump and handed her a rolled up bill and she sniffed it, said “thank you baby, I love you” and gave me a kiss then hopped up on the bed next to the table we were all sitting at. She was smoking a cigarette and I prepared to inject ( i was the only IV addict) the rest of the dope while we were all talking and laughing. The next thing I know she was no longer holding my hand and she was not responding. I jumped straight up and started trying to wake her, I told my dealer/friend she was overdosing. I grabbed a Narcan nasal spray and administered it while I started calling 911. The dealer/friend freaked out and said he was not sticking around. He said that I had it under control and not to tell anyone he was there, and he ran away and hid. I was already giving CPR as he left and was telling 911 operator what happened. I never gave up, I never left her, I kept her alive until police and EMT took over, they told me to wait in hallway, I was devastated and could not stop crying and asking if she was going to be okay. I was told over and over again that I did everything right and everything I could, it was now in God’s hands. She never went without oxygen, and she had a breathing machine on her when they took her to the hospital.

The police asked me what happened and I told them she sniffed heroin and fell unconscious they started taking pictures and picking up all the drugs and paraphernalia that was in view( I never attempted to conceal anything, my only concern was for Nikki!!). Unfortunately, Nikki passed away 3 days later from ” Cardiac arrest, caused by acute combined cocaine and fentanyl overdoses, with chronic substance abuses contributing”. I was and still am trying to understand how she didn’t recover, why I was spared? She was an amazing beautiful young lady, a mom of a 6 year old son! Exactly one week has passed, now I am completely out of control and using so much trying to kill myself. I am arrested by Williamsburg Major Crimes Division, for possession of drugs and paraphernalia from the night of Nikki’s overdose. I tell them I will only talk with a lawyer present. I’m released on bond because my lawyer tells me the charges are bogus and can not stick because I 100% qualify for relief from Virginia’s Good Samaritan Law. I go to detox, trying to get help, and go to rehab. But this is the height of the pandemic and there is no bed space available.

I keep trying and trying relapsing hoping I would OD and join Nikki. Eventually, the charges were dropped, because I qualified for 18.2-251.03. I still could not deal with the loss or get the help I needed, so I ran away from everyone I knew and hid at a house in my hometown with no power until I was arrested on 2-16-2021 for probation violation. The same cops arrested me and wanted to know what happened the night of 8-12-2020. I waived my Miranda warning thinking I could tell them the truth because #1.) I was not a drug dealer, #2.) I did everything I could to save her, and #3 the Good Samaritan Law. I was so hig#h at time of my arrest, I was scared, vulnerable, and fell for the bullshit line the cops were telling me!

I originally said that Nikki had her own drugs, my only lie, but then I told them everything that happened every detail over and over again. They said they wanted to make sure there was no foul play that everybody knew what drugs we were using. They asked me who paid for the drugs, I told them I did over and over again. The interview ended when I realized (sobered up!!)

Tyler McMillen(#1502960)

Glouster, VA.

Lunenburg Correctional Center

The First Lie, A Poem

It was that first lie that introduced you to a life of sin,
It was that first lie that broke something deep within;
for when you lie, you deceive yourself, family and friends,
because you have cheated them into never trusting in you again,
because when you cheat – the opposition cannot defend,
because you have stacked the Deck to where only you win,
Therefore, when you cheat you take: though none is the wiser,
now, the silent man within has a criminal for an advisor.
You’re in the big league now -for- when you take you are now labeled a thief,
So welcome yourself to the gateway of criminality of regret and grief.
for, there is no love for what’s has been given birth to by a lie,
these are the A-moral /antisocial questions that approach you when getting high.
As your painless conscience return from its drugged induced abyss,
You welcome the love and hope therein back into your midst.
with the fork in the road of conscience now upon you,
the future of the choice you now make is clearly in view.
So turn your moral clock back and correct those silly Lie’s,
and allow the return of your family and friends smile’s to be your eternal prize.
As you now realize that excuses and lies are for the immature state of mind,
You can now began to cultivate conscience of truth and leave that life behind.
So, welcome yourself back to a life without sin,
Where the Deck is never stacked and we all win.

Submitted By: Alexander Cameron., #1172733
Beaumont Correctional Center
3500 Beaumont Road
Beaumont, Virginia 23014

THE MESSAGE IS ALWAYS CLEAR, A Poem

I, write this poem with an objective in mind,
If the message do not reach your senses that’ll be just fine,
When strangers meet, some depart as friends,
Totally oblivious to the elements within.
When the friendship delivers the road of truth,
We ask ourselves what sign’s did I Miss and who are you.
As we equivocate from the deep emotions inside,
We trick ourselves into sabotaging the precious prize.
The prize that we know should have been,
now float’s aimlessly in the breeze of sin.
As fragments of the precious prize return,
We deepens our conscience in an effort to learn.
For, consequences is a must in the face of the truth,
and excuses are not an option when you deny you.
So, let us be true to ourselves when the truth abounds,
That way the message is always clear and never move’s around.

Submitted by: Alexander Cameron #1172733
Beaumont Correctional Center
3500 Beaumont Road
Beaumont, Virginia 23014

Another World

Breaking and Shaking in the grip’s of shattered screams,
like fish in water, I’m caught up in evils vicious beam,
Trying to shake this curse, I’m looking from terror to fright,
I mean from left to right, but there’s no peace in this black light.
“Well,” try turning around and watch things get worst,
Can you see the grotesque eyes’ of demons in that contorted Hurst ?
Is it real or is it evilcidal fantasies on ride?
My elevating pulse rate began to shutter, searching for depths to hide,
I’m in the fight or flight concept with fist trembling by my side,
Mounting perspiration begin’s to flow with drop’s of pride,
throwing down I refuse to be a victim to my soul’s homicide,
Keeping my mental focus, no one knows if this is my plight,
Dear sweet creator, if is please don’t let me die tonight!?

Submitted By: Alexander Cameron, # 1172733
Beaumont Correctional Center
3500 Beaumont Road
Beaumont, Virginia 23014

THE LAST CRIME, A Poem by Alexander Cameron

Be the first person to commit the last crime,
While in the midst of making a honest dime – and –
Don’t sweat the thought’s that visit you from the sidelines – but –
rather sweat the troubling thought’s of doing hard time -and-
don’t get caught up in evils glitter games and scheme’s,
simply because your friends played the game for a nice ride and some serious bling .
So, as jealousy and envy pervades your thoughts,
Hold true to your integrity, because real man can’t be brought.
Therefore, as you stay strong and squeaky clean,
You’ll never have to witness Ms Karma, lay waste to your precious dreams.
So, as wisdom continue to teach: wrong can never be right,
the truth always take back what’s hers no matter how vicious the fight.
So, as you continue to learn from the failure’s of your missing friends,
Remember, it was that flash in the pan that introduced them to their end.
So, keep that smile on your face as you make it through your Teens and in – Betweens.
as you understand it was your Mother’s love that protected your dream’s.
So, relax a little in the lap of knowing your future will be just fine -but-
Always remember you made it through because you were the first person to commit the last crime.

Alexander Cameron

What’s in the Box!?

A Perspective on Trauma CompartMENTALization v/s Processing While Incarcerated
BY: DOUGLAS V. JOHNSON, II (RNCC, #1937011)

We stare down into the seemingly bottomless & packed “box” suppressed with our demons/issues/insecurities/trauma. Not getting overwhelmed can be a tremendous task in itself… It can definitely lead to some significant procrastination… A fear of stirring up old pain can cause us to put it off until later as we find something sweet to keep us occupied/distracted.

Unpacking this box alone is not recommended because things usually get worse, before they get better… Unfortunately, in incarcerated settings, mental health resources/programs are severely limited/scarce. If we were in society we could get a dedicated counselor/therapist to help us unpack this box…

Prior to my incarceration, I ran from working on myself for so long, but now I only wish I had a professional to take me through the process of processing it all. I just poured Gin&Jen on the box and lit it on fire, only to wake up the next morning with it weighing heavily upon my chest… I stored that old beat-up&tattered box in the back of the garage. I got tired of seeing that worn-out taped-up box, so I put it in the Fu€#!ng basement, & then the attic.

But, sitting with me in solitary confinement, I was alone with the box for two consecutive years… Emotions intensified to the n’th degree. The first piece of advice I got from my Boss/Colleague/Mentor was: “A counselor just helps you understand yourself better and will give you tools to cope with your issues… So now, it will be on you to gain a greater sense of self-awareness which includes acknowledging your pain & demons… Begin to WRITE & Read, and Keep WRITING and Reading!”

Anyhow, the box gets lighter as we take our time to inventory its contents and acknowledge what’s in there… then, one by one we take it apart to process it, and then put each item on the damn shelf as if it were a trophy, somehow turning it into a Positive. Transforming the gruesome pain into Greater Purpose!!!… Then, we decide when to take the next item out of the box…

As I now confidently look my shelf of sculptures in the eye, I feel tremendous Clarity of my issues. I have now taken my POWER back from the box. As the box got lighter, I began to understand myself so much better… A fresh perspective and outlook on life.

Something else also happened… My inability to concentrate began to dissipate and my reading comprehension and memory began to improve. I then realized the impact that my unprocessed trauma had on me over the years.

In our incarcerated settings, the lack of mental health services can exacerbate our mental health issues. Many of us turn to self-medicating our issues which worsens our situations. If we really want to honestly address our problems, we HAVE TO take the initiative to educate ourselves, better understand ourselves/issues, utilize any & all available resources, and invest in & cultivate our support systems. We CANNOT stop at “well, there are no mental health services.” If we wait on DOC (regardless of the state) to provide more services without taking personal accountability & initiative, then we are wasting our ‘Time.’

With all of the reading/writing/self-reflection, my communications skills also significantly improved… All of these improvements have led to me making HEALTHIER life-altering decisions and helped ensure I was emotionally available for my family.

Addressing our suppressed mental health issues requires extremely hard work when we are out there in a free society even with an abundant amount of resources (therapists/counselors, support groups, variety of medication, treatment methods, etc.). While incarcerated, we have to work infinitely harder if we want to grow and build. One advantage that we do have on this side of the wall is, our ‘Time’ to get laser-focused on unpacking that box… Growth follows acknowledgement…

Humbly,
~D.V. JOHNSON, II

DOUGLAS V. JOHNSON, II (#1937011)
River North Correctional Center
329 Dellbrook Lane
Independence, VA 24348

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They Need To Go and Take a Second Glance

United we stand, divided we ain’t nothing/
so me and my G’s all decided we are something.
I came to address the violence, and corruption,
we making our voices heard, cuz silence lead to suffering.
we’re tied up in discussions,
trying sustain the hope, stay afloat, maintain ya vote,
everybody runnin’ round broke, sayin’ they woke.
all i’m saying is don’t sit around complaining, VOTE!

We campaigning for a Second Chance/ they need to go and take a second glance,
tell em’ look into the second plan,
we got One, we need a second hand,
in any case the real G’s gone keep it moving, like the second hand.
so what chu want? education, or prison cells?
what chu want? reparations, or living hell? what chu want? segregation, or prison mail?you want control over legislation, or wishing wells?
we’ve been tossing our coins in for a long time/carrying picket signs, standing in long lines
we suffer from the last indoctrination/the product of Willie Lynch, is just mass incarceration.
2 ppl wit 20/20 vision is 40/40,
so tell Jay let’s have a meeting at the 40/40
cuz 40 acres and a mule ain’t enough,
in the 40 Strong Movement we Trust…

LET’S PUT IN THIS WORK…

PEACE….GITT!…IGATI!

Devin Phillips #1158007
LVCC

A Reflection: IN A PRISONER’S EYES

By David Bomber

One of my fondest memories was playing an extra in the movie “War of the Worlds.” As it turned out, I played the role of a survivor who, among others, was migrating to God knows where after the aliens invaded.

Basically, the filming entailed walking around in a field for two days in which we pretty much froze! However, my efforts did garner me a few precious seconds in the movie. Of course, you have to know where to look but I can honestly point me out. Nevertheless, it was an exhilarating experience considering that I was able to rub elbows with the likes of Steven Spielberg, Tom Cruise, and Dakota Fanning.
The thing that I loved most about the entire experience was that there was no judgement, no “I’m better than you” attitude from these celebrities. In their eyes, we were an integral part of the production of the movie and it was obvious that sentiment meant a lot to us extras.

In comparison, there is a greater sense of gratitude in knowing that there are people, such as yourself, who invest their time and energy in a platform that truly benefits and inspires someone such as myself, who is incarcerated.

In a prisoner’s eyes, it is you who is truly distinguished and notable and words cannot adequately express the gratitude that someone who is imprisoned has for your willingness to interact with them and show your support.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. If you would like to contact me, feel free to reach out to me via my enclosed contact info. below.

To email me directly, please visit http://www.jpay.com and submit Virginia ID #1130793 (Jpay is a service that the Virginia D.O.C. utilizes for prisoner communications with the public)(Note: this service does require users to purchase virtual stamps in order to send messages).

In the alternative, you can reach me via email at davidbomber99@outlook.com or davidbomber73@yahoo.com (Note: these accounts are managed by a third party and may take some time to receive messages from them).

To connect with me on social media:
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To join the conversation about my case:
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To contact me via snail mail:
David Bomber #1130793
Nottoway Correctional Center
P.O. Box 488
Burkeville, Va. 23922