I will affect the lives
of many people
in a positive way
That Someday
My life will open up and flourish
That's why I survive
Bob Jenkens
I wrote this piece in prison. It didn't have a title then and I've never been sure why I wrote it.
My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning. I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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