I know style
I am style
I was born around style
So go on, get your surround sound
and listen up
I’m about to tell you the truth
It’s not that you got to listen to me
You got to listen to the things that you read
Take the truth
From what you don’t see
Call me your third eye
I’ll never show you a lie
Freedom is what you make it
It lives in a man’s pride
I live everyday to die
That’s my style
Now let me show you how
I said freedom lives in a man’s pride
So if I kill my pride, everyday,
You’ll never take me alive
You can attack my flesh
But my soul will survive
And hit you like the idiot’s guide to chess.

– Dubb

This poem is featured in the exhibition This Place Called Poetry.

Artwork by students at Log Cabin Ranch, in collaboration with Katharine Gin, WritersCorps artist-in-residence. To view this set on flickr, go here.

Letters are wonderful,
just like babies they can be happy or sad,
good or bad, lil or big.
Letters can make you cry,
so can babies
even change your whole life.
You would want to stop
doing time.
They can have you wondering why
they can make your whole day
just with two lines.
Babies are wonderful
just like letters
when you’re doing time.

– Michael V.

Log Cabin Ranch
Poem of the Month: October 2007