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PLEASE HELP THEM YOUNG BROTHERS
OF, "Jena 6", DON'T LET THEM PEOPLE
HANG THEM.
by: Raleigh Beard

Black people, White people, it don't matter what color your skin is. PLEASE HELP THEM KIDS.

To all my Hip Hop Heads, that Plies CD is on fire. Go get that.

Now let's talk about me. I know my ad have been posted up for a month now, and not one of ya'll have wrote me yet. What's the problem? Is it the time, I go to do? What? I wasn't smiling? Was it my ad, the way it was written? You tell me? Put me on point, so I want be up there for a whole year and not get one letter. I don't mind change and criticism. That's life.

I called, "Myself being honest". That's all I can be is truthful.

Prison smiles....

What is there to smile about?
I'm living in hell.
Lock down 16 hrs. in a cell.
My brothers running around from cell to cell
Sexing and loving each other.
This is what I see daily.
I can't smile about that.
My people dying, and most of these brothers
are short timers. So I have to live with knowing
there secrets, I'm not a snitch, so I can't tell
their families, I don't them.

Damn, I got to live with this pain also, knowing this person goes home next week, and the whole time He been lock up, He been in here sucking boys. And now He is about to go back out there and f*** my women. I'm always in fights over this issues. Cause I tell these young brothers, "Ya'll can't go back out there and f*** with my women." And if never fails, every time. I do, I get into a fight. For standing up for ya'll women out there. I don't know what's wrong with them kids that was born in the late 80's, early 90's. They think it's cook to come to prison and f*** faggots and join gangs. To ya'll women out there, get these chumps tested when they come home. I try to real talk every young brother that come across my path.

Now as in my case. I've been on locked down for ten years. I have no one to love and share my heart with. Other then family. That's why I'm on this Pen-Pal service, I will love to have someone, I could truly share myself with. I need that companionship, that friendship, that someone, who I can express myself with. My ideal, my thoughts, my goals of becoming a great author one day. I need that person who don't mind helping a brother out. When it comes to trying my books. I get no visits. I get mail maybe once or twice every month.

Then these people serve us old spoiled food. We eat the same thing, like three to four times a week.

These people pay me .23¢ an hour. I'm doing a 15 dollar an hour job. We're only allowed to get 30 hrs. a week. That's $6.70 a week.

1 pack of Newport's 4 dollars.
4 soups, 1 dollar.
4 chips, 1 dollar and 20 cents.

This is not a cry for money. My family holds me down. Plus I hold myself down. I've saved the last 16 checks. We get paid once a month and I'm trying to get my first book self published.

Also a lot of people come to me for financial advice. They see how I manage and build mine. So I tell them, and in return they bless me. Now I will tell ya'll this, it was hard for me to become financially literate.

May I hear your problems, your ideals, your goals. Basically I just will like to talk to different people in different states, different cities, all over the world. I will like to see pictures of your city. I will like to see pictures of you and your loved ones hanging out having a good time. I will like to see some of the places you visit over the summer. May I live through your eyes. May I become a part of you and your life. We are only allowed 5 photos per envelope.

All in all, I'm not a bad brother. Now I know I've took a brother's life and I'm paying dearly for it. I'm walking my dogs raw. I don't f*** with punks or some call them boys. I'm a 100% Asiatic Black man. I didn't take any other brother down with me, when I caught my charge. I'm not a snitch. I was raised by the streetz, and s*** happens when living that street life. You only have three outs living that life. Prison, grave, or snitching. I'm not taking nothing from the street brothers who gave the life up, or just blew up and did the right thing with the money. Our Norfolk, in my block days, we didn't have brothers standing out there on our corner schooling us on how to turn our dirty money into clean money. They just showed us how to buy beautiful things. And flip and make that paper.

I will let ya'll know this. I'm not going anywhere, every month or every two months I will post a new real talk letter in Writers' Corner. My voice will be heard one way. Plus I will summit a couple of my short stories. This is just the beginning. Ya'll can't dodge me any more. I'm within you now. J

The seed have been planted.

Peace....

Meet Author Raleigh Beard