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Tuesday, December 8, 2009

James Brown

James Brown #384082
Waupun Correctional Institution
PO Box 351 Waupun, Wi 53963

From Letter dated 5 20 09

If you only know this place is an insane asylum an I don’t get to go outside to rec, and enjoy these beautiful days we have been having- but if you ever been to a pet shelter and you see them animals n them cages, that’s how it is in the hole, they got us confined to a cage with no window-so I don’t go out at all. And in your letter you asked me what property I’m allowed. Now it all depends on what kind of property. I know you are allowed to have a tv, radio, fan , typewriter , clothes and shoes if you have that in your property then yes that’s what you we’re allowed. Now if your talking about stuff like this-newspapers, pictures, newsletters, etc- yeah, we can have all that too. well, I get out of the hole at the end of this year and go back to general population, pending population bed space availability they said to me, but it’s all good cause I’m mentally strong but at times it’s hard too. What I do is write poems. And I’m trying to get a business sat up on the internet but I don’t have no one to help we with that.

Poem : Sometimes I Cry

Sometimes I cry when I’m Alone
I cry because I’m All on my own
The tears I cry “R” bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
And I find it difficult 2 carry on.

If I had an ear 2 confide in
I would cry Among my treasured friends
But who do u know that stops that long
To help another carry on
The world moves fast
nd it would rather Pass u by
than stop and see what makes u cry

It’s painful and sad and sometimes I cry
And no one cares about why

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