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Title: Keeping faith
Author: Humphrey, Julius Kimya, Sr.
Date: 2003
Pages: 1 page
Text (O): KEEPING FAITH by Kimya.Humphrey,.Sr. 2003 From heaven he looked down and forgave me, but still I sit resticted where criminal minds meet. Like an angel with its wings held down, I'm unable to fly so I weep. My yesterday is spoke of so much in each tomorrow, that my progress and change today goes unseen. But I have come to understand what life really means, and what I suppose to do with all my beautiful dreams. Filled with eager I watch as opportunity arrives, introducing itself to me tim...
PID: apw:12356018
Date Uploaded: 2019-05-23T18:49:22.867Z

Title: So I can hear you call me father
Author: Humphrey, Julius Kimya, Sr.
Date: 2003
Pages: 1 page
Text (TR_WF): So I Can Hear You Call Me Father by Kimya Humphrey, Sr. 2003 From afar, I have watched you rise like the sun, so warm and bright. Wasted opportunities has caused what I hope for to live in your eyes, and my dreams to come forth with each breath you take. Repeated mistakes have scared my past and wounded my future so bad, that the damage may never heal. Still, I stand looking into the mirror until I find you, as always hiding behind the lines in my own face. If not for the joy you have created...
Text (O): so I CAN HEAR YOU CALL ME FATHER by Kimya Humphrey, Sr. 2003 From afar, I have watched you rise like the sun, so warm and bright. Wasted opportunities has caused what¢l;hope for to live in your eyes: and my dreams to come forth with each breath you take. Repeated mistakes have scared my past and wounded my future so bad, that the damage may never heal. Still, I stand looking into the mirror until I find you, as always hidding behind the lines in my own face. If not for the joy you have create...
PID: apw:12356016
Date Uploaded: 2019-05-23T18:49:21.083Z

Title: Teacher
Author: Humphrey, Julius Kimya, Sr.
Date: 2010
Pages: 1 page
Text (O): kTEACHER by Kimya Humphrey, Sr. 2010 Sitting, listening to your words, thoughts erupt in my mind like fresh lava from a volcano. Sending them higher, catching fire a desire in me I thought no longer existed, damn... I almost missed this. Now every word I read plant seeds in the open fields of my mind, growing tall rows of opportunity that make me face me, and enables me to see my dreams as reality, and it all started because you invited me, igniting in me a fire that burns hotter than fish gr...
PID: apw:12356022
Date Uploaded: 2019-05-23T18:49:31.427Z

Title: The justice that works act?
Author: Rogers, Ramon
Date: 2016-07
Pages: 3 pages
Text (FT): THE JUSTICE THAT WORKS ACT? I have been on death row almost 20 years, still currently waiting appointment of state habeas representation so my appeals can move forward. During these long years I have formed bonds and gotten to know many of these men for the persons they have become decades after their convictions, not for their crimes that put them here. I would not want to see any of them be murdered by the state because we are all someone's son, brother, cousin, uncle, father, or grand...
PID: apw:12346599
Date Uploaded: 2017-08-16T00:32:31.593Z

Title: The office
Author: Rogers, Ramon
Date: 2012-12
Pages: 1 page
Text (FT): THE OFFICE For over two years I've gotten up each morning and walked the short distance to my office. This is a special place, exclusive yet ominous, with an odd and interesting history. It had been built several decades ago, a 12' x 12' cage of sturdy metal diamond grating. It was originally an observation post but later reduced to a dark and dusty storage for paperwork and unused furniture. When the office became my own personal work area it was my responsibility to equip acc...
PID: apw:12346597
Date Uploaded: 2017-08-16T00:32:31.199Z

Title: The shaping of a convict
Author: Humphrey, Julius Kimya, Sr.
Pages: 13 pages
State: California
Text (O): HUMPHREY/1. ¥T%ﬁ THE SHAPING OF A CONVICT Introduction (non-fiction) "Boy...what'cha doin' back there?" "Nuttin' mama," I yelled in response to her calling out to me from the living room that also served as her bedroom. This was an arrangement made in 1961, when I was four years old. In a jealous rage, my father shot her several times one night at a club, leaving her paralyzed with two options: she could either lie in her bed or sit in her wheelchair. Unfort...
PID: apw:12344927
Date Uploaded: 2016-10-22T11:10:13.048Z

Title: Thoughts of a prisoner
Author: Humphrey, Julius Kimya, Sr.
Pages: 1 page
Text (O): THOUGHTS OF A PRISONER by Kimya Humphrey, Sr. - Will anyone cry...will I be missed... will I remain in peoples‘ thoughts long after I'm gone? There's so much traffic at the cross roads in my mind, where thoughts that are too late scream, "Oh now I see...now I know how to live my life." Unfortunately, no one really listens to those thoughts because they hold no sound of importance. Like the letter I mailed to my family long ago, and every night since... still no answer. Eac...
PID: apw:12356020
Date Uploaded: 2019-05-23T18:49:28.908Z

Title: Understanding the effect from not understanding the concept of the sociological imagination
Author: Humphrey, Julius Kimya, Sr.
Pages: 3 pages
State: California
Text (O): Understanding The Effect From Not Understanding The Concept Of Sociological Imagination By Kimya   On one end of the breakfast table sat a plate with scrambled eggs, sausage, two slices of toast, and one tall glass of milk for my girlfriend. On the other end there was a plate with one gram of heroin, a spoon, one cotton ball, a syringe, one home-made tourniquet, a Bic lighter, and one tall glass of water for me. Off and on for over 30-years that is the way I began my day. Heroin was my breakf...
PID: apw:12344923
Date Uploaded: 2016-10-22T11:10:12.681Z

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