By Travis Bray, Prisonersolidarity.org
Sept. 15, 2006
name is Travis Bray. I've got the inspiration to become the CEO
independent record company one day. I would be the first artist
label. I'd also like to write books and movies, and I'd like to
schools and juvenile centers, in order to help some youngstas dodge
pitfalls of the hood.
living in a prison within a prison, having done almost ten years
incarceration. One can easily adapt to and consume the prison loser
mentality. This concrete place commits daily assaults on the mind.
the other prison haunts, as well. I'm a prisoner of my visions and
I became bigger than the concrete prison the moment I discovered
of self. With knowledge of self I discovered my gifts. Some people
and die without ever discovering their talents. I believe everyone
talent, it just needs to be cultivated. True education is supposed
out your strengths and talents. I'm doing double time. I sit here
disharmony for not being able to express my gifts to the world.
years, prison will make every attempt to empty out your aspiration.
days I feel like a leader, some days I am weak. But I refuse to
name of a fool any longer.
concrete prison has captured and destroyed countless minds. It tries
with everyone who enters. I miss my music. I'm supposed to be making
history. I thought long and hard about my purpose. In a few years,
concrete prison lifestyle will end, but I will still have another
deal with, from which I must release myself. I must achieve the
goals I set
look around with my third eye. I only see a handful of real people,
people with whom I feel the connection. We don't talk with our mouths,
talk with our actions. I forgive those who have counted me out.
our lives have been on the line since birth, as young black men
in the hood. I can get out, and work a job for the rest of my life.
problem would be that I'd still be a prisoner. I was put here to
difference, even with all my shortcomings. My mistakes, I don't
them. Certain things happen to us that keep our egos in check. We've
rags to riches stories, the prince who grows from concrete, slave
king. It's time for another story to be written. I have the right
believe in myself, just like so many so-called friends and family
right not to believe in me now.
we should teach, and love them forever. Some adults are unworthy
of friendship. Fantasy is for story books. Fake character is to
and real people are to be cherished as truly unique and rare.
thought for another direction - giving back is the most important
lesson I've learned in prison. The lack of caring adults in the
help the youth, is sad. I often think about Tookie, the co-founder
Crips, who was murdered by the state of California. The terminator
order. He was a brother who redeemed himself in prison and transformed
gang criminal mentality into that of a true leader and hero. I understand
the puppet media that condemned him. The media is designed to mislead
people. The part that got to me was when the broken-down inmates
here talked about how he should admit to the crimes. From day one
brother claimed his innocence, even if it was going to cost him
How many people will actually sacrifice their lives for what they
in? Let's all morn and then celebrate a true hero. Tookie wrote
books without the proper resources to do it. He was locked away
in a cell
twenty-three hours a day. I've got first-hand experience with living
cell lockdown twenty-something hours a day. Seeing a fallen hero
being betrayed by a hero hurts a hundred times more. When one becomes
one is able to think independently, without the influence of daily
falsehoods. My heart and soul tells me that the creator will give
we ask for. We have to be patient and smart enough to accept and
the blessing. The blessing might come through something or someone,
least expect it.
Travis Bray, #501567-6c203
Southeast Correctional Center
300 E. Pedro Simmons Drive
Charleston, MO 63837
Bray would like to hear from you. You may contact him directly by
writing to the address listed above. The following link offers tips for writing to prisoners: