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American Prison Beds for Sale: The Sinister Convictions of Our Golden State by Jessica Holter
* Written in 2010 (I will followup with an update with links to current Prison Related Pages, available on the internet.)
American Prison Beds for Sale:
The Sinister Convictions of Our Golden State
by Jessica Holter
When I first conceived the idea that American citizens with family members in prison should consider investing in the fast growing industry, to raise money for legal defense, I fear my friends thought I was just ranting. But just today, I found out that even church folks...About Essential Oils
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The Art of the Mack: Legacies Lost in Translation
Perhaps, in the wake of public scandals regarding famous Black Men, we should consider that history is being written here. There are lots of famous White men, who have done dastardly deeds, yet their art still sells for millions. Yet, some of the greatest achievements in American entertainment history have been made by men who will be remembered as rapists, pedafiles and drug addicts.
Take for example Walter Richard sickert, whose art piece Nude before a Mirror, Fitzroy Street has an estimated value of $80,000 or so. I know. Who...
A 10 O’clocker’s Words of Wary (Poetry by Jessica Holter)
Certain words make me nervous
like nervous
which creeps down my spine and spreads through my body
infecting all my senses, as nerves are created to do
As a child, I was a 10 O’clocker
Too smart for whatever was being taught
from eight O’clock in the morning, until the first recess
I spent my mornings at The Electric Company
assuming it was somewhere near Sesame Street
where they seemed to have a lot of things
that did not belong there, like me
“One of these things is not like the others
One of these things just doesn't...
The Crack in Our Line by Jessica Holter (Ghetto Girl Blue)
The Crack in Our Line
Come with me as I backslide
to someplace far back in time
when rappers were griots
storytelling urban deities
making bootstraps of rhyme
Welcome to the other side
Before the female fall from grace
into the great crack in our line
that put our sisters on their knees
stole our grandmother’s wings
spoiled the fruit of our wombs
filled our breasts with poisoned powder
before the World found us complicit
in the crimes against us
Before the crack in our line
that...