THIS BLOG is NOW RETIRED

I began this blog in May 2009 following the death of Marcia Powell at Perryville State Prison in Goodyear, Arizona. It is not intended to prescribe the path that leads to freedom from the prison industrial complex.

Rather, these are just my observations in arguably the most racist, fascist, militaristic state in the nation at a critical time in history for a number of intersecting liberation movements. From Indigenous resistance to genocidal practices, to the fight over laws like SB1070 and the ban on Ethnic Studies, Arizona is at the center of many battles for human rights, and thus the struggle for prison abolition as well - for none are free until all are. I retired the blog in APRIL 2013.

Visit me now at Arizona Prison Watch or Survivors of Prison Violence-AZ

David Rovics: We Are Everywhere

To my fellow activists now struggling through life - let this be a reminder that you are not alone and that we desperately need you here. All the injustice, grief, war, and human suffering calls for us to stay and do everything we can about it - you can't help us anymore when you're gone. Don't give up the fight - your last shred of hope may just keep someone else alive, too.
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Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mother's Day: My Son's Birthday


My Son's Birthday
by Deanna Lynd

You came into the world fast and furious,
when I held you, you looked up at me with eyes wide and curious.
My heart changed in an instant.
For once my own childhood seemed so distant.
I vowed to do my best, to love and cherish you
and trust your father to do the rest.
From my arms you were taken
back to my cell I was sent
fifteen years will never compare to what losing you meant.
The ache in my heart is so deep,
not being beside you to watch you sleep.
I never knew your smell I could only pick up the telephone
and ask if you were doing well.
Months went by as I watched you grow
through photographs missing all the hugs, kisses,
the love and laughs.
I awaited my fate,
not yet knowing my release date. Time went by
you began to talk and walk on your own
I learned I would not be free until you are grown.
I try to remain strong and pay my debt.
It is an extravagant bill living each day
with the heartache I feel.
Sometimes I pray for death
then I look at a recent photograph
and I am reminded I owe you, if not myself
one more day, one more breath. 
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Deanna Lynd #Y24235 C1112 Lower
Homestead Correctional Institution
19000 SW 377th St. Suite #200
Florida City, FL 33034-6400
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Originally published at: "Women and Prison: A Site for Resistance"
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