Incarcerated at 8: Growing Up Behind Bars
Growing up, I never had my mother or father in my life. I never met my father and because my mother was using drugs while she was pregnant with me, I was taken away from her as an infant, never to [...]
growing up behind bars
When You Grow Up In Prison, Did Your Life Ever Really Begin?
Sometimes, after my roommate has gone to sleep (or has left the room, or when no one is looking), I grab my pillow and hold it tightly, pressing my face against it. I fall asleep with my arm wrapped around it, [...]