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Polunsky Unit, Livingston, Texas

25 years in solitary / ad seg

Charles 
MAMOU

August 9, 2024

Words by CHARLES MAMOU

Photography by TEXAS LETTERS

“FINDING MYSELF”

 

I’m more Cain than Abel

More of a Jacob

than a Esau

now isn’t that a complicating issue

Growing up I didn’t have monsters hiding

under my bed

because they all resided in my head

Lights on…

clap twice and my brain’s lights went off

everyone wants to be a boss

but at what cost

Teenage years a blur

hustling crack out of match boxes

signing a contract to absorb and inflict

violence

Victim?

Victimizer?

Or Victor?

Feeling out of place

Until Murder was case they gave me

cell door slams

gangbanging on roaches and spiders began 

casted into a delusional box of Lost and Found

sniffed out by judicial hounds

who swear I’m Hell-bound

Isolated

Decades spent alone

Tearing down my old self

to create a newness within me

someone I can finally beyond the internet’s imagery

To call my own 

sadness turned into acceptance 

anger manifested into accountability

fear is now chivalry

I was born to live

and to live one must die

Chapter 11 is my past

I’m investing in today

Looking forward to my tomorrow’s-ME

See I’m always 

FINDING MYSELF!

 

Written by: Charles ‘Chucky’ Mamou / 2024

“Sometimes”

 

Sometimes I wish I was a kid again

living in a world free of sin

Free from wars that has no meaning

Sure!

I’m still California Dreamin

Leaning on my own understandings

Tired of Politicians’ deceptive grandstanding

telling you what you want to hear

so they can get your vote

It’s either the Ballot or the Bullet

not watermelon nor chicken

and just because I eat at Chick-fil-A

dont make me anti-gay

it just means I accept marriage to mean a husband and a wife

I’m Pro-life

To Be or Not To Be…

Live and Let Live…

and yet,

Sometimes…

I just want to kick back and eat a pork sandwich

While watching Charlotte play with her web in search for Wilbur

Follow me?

Sometimes

Some times society can be a cruel place

often making me feel like a mental-case

worrying about my family’s safety

Not caring whether or not the Executioner hates me

Humans will always be at odds with Humanity

it’s the essence of Insanity

“One Nation Under God,”has never existed

Uncle Sam keeps murderers enlisted

Never forget My Lai of 1968

Sometimes it can be a little too much

I feel that I’ve grown out-of-touch

I shun liars

And speak the truth

having immature folks call me a nincompoop

my mother tells me I just don’t understand

while I explain I speak with the tongue of a changed man

My so-called friends say these nine pounds of steele

has messed with my brain

Sometimes…

I only wish they could feel my pain

 

Written by: Charles ‘Chucky’ Mamou

CHARLES MAMOU

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