The World Around Me In Color

I remember a day not long ago sitting in my California prison cell doing what I'd done so many countless other times through the electric fence and razor wire, staring out my window.

Forgiveness Is for Me

When I was growing up I thought forgiveness was weakness. I believed you shouldn’t turn the other cheek or be meek towards those who wronged you because that’s weak. I believed you get even or you pay it forward toward someone else. I tried to get even and stay one or two up to ease the pain and prevent myself from being hurt again. I built a wall of toughness, selfishness, anger and a hardened heart.

Violent Beginnings: The Hot Dog Story

Every story whether it be fiction, nonfiction, dramatic, happy or sad, all have the same structure, they all have a beginning, a middle and an end.
The same goes for people's lives.

Dear Mr. President,

Dear Mr. President,

You having a chance to become the first African-American president of the United States has set a great example for many troubled, young African-American men like myself.

The Night My Sister Saved Me

OK, this is a hard one for me to write for a number of reasons, chief among them being the fact that I must hold myself accountable, as well as be held by all who will read this.

I See My Life Passing, and I’ve Learned

I grew up in the rough part of San Jose; the east side. I ran with the local crew and began to participate in gang activity. My first encounter with the law was at the age of 13.

What Does It Mean to Be a Real Man?

One can be successful without having to hit rock bottom. It is very easy to go to prison but very difficult to come out.

The Little Boy Who Lost His Dream

As I grew older, the innocence I had as a child was lost. That was when my neighborhood became heavily infested with drug dealers and violent gang members. Living in the neighborhood became an everyday struggle just to survive.