The One Thing That Keeps You Sane

i went to prison at 16 years old, three days after my sixteenth birthday. Their means of teaching me a lesson was to put me in solitary confinement for 98 days. The one thing that kept me sane throughout all that i would right, poetry,. and i would write poetry on every piece of paper that i could get his hands on. And they sent to sychin to look at the ceiling to see if i was, you know, threatening or talking about suicide. But it was just poetry. All of it was poetry. To me, poetry was the magic i used to keep the walls in place... My habit tats like iron woods. Body tatted a pup running with wolves