Sunday, June 13, 2010

Marteze Harris

Mr. Marteze Harris #161543
Waupun Corr. Inst.
P.O. Box #351
Waupun, WI 53963-0351

The First Time We Meet
I never knew out of the blue would come you
so beautiful and true
Thr first words you spoke in pen and paper were smooth as the river
more precious that gold and silver
Visualizing your appearance similar to the "sun"
and your eyes sparkling exactly like diamonds
In my mind God for his spectacular creation
at the same moment enjoying this marvelous sensation
Opening the doors to my heart, mind and soul to acception
including conception providing you with the
option to do on me a introspection
wondering are you pleased with my dark skin complexion
During tribulations you would be my inspiration,
during tribulations you would be my meditation
Realizing I'm revealing to you in writing and actions
that I will be your strength whenever you are weak.
The first time we meet.

I pray you enjoyed the poetry? Yes, it is a nice ice breaker( smile). Well , my name is Marteze and I am 36 (Scorpio). I was born in ST Louis , MO but I was raised in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. I've been incarcerated 13 years. I see the parole board in 2011. I stand 6'2", 240 pounds, dark chocolate. I'm not hard on the eyes. (smile)
I enjoy a whole range of interests. I enjoy watching sports but I love playing even more- basketball, softball, football, lifting weights and I'm pretty good at table tennis.
My hobbies are a little more laid back- reading, poetry, music, and just enjoying my own person. I am a avid political junky! I watch c-span, world news., local news...anything political.
My immediate future goal is to enroll in a college correspondence course, to be a paralegal. So any lawyers, paralegals or legal secretaries willing to share their legal expertise with me would be greatly appreciated.
Now a personal note.. I am a simple man who made some bad choices in my life. And I am man enough to accept responsibility for those choices and own those mistakes and consequences that come with them. I am not looking for sympathy from anyone. Just a friend to share my thoughts, dreams, desires and experiences with -someone who won't try to look down on me or judge me for the choices I've made but accept me for the man I am today!
So if you feel like I am someone you would like to know, then please write. All questions are welcome.
Until pen meets paper again,

first essay
For 13 yrs. my very existence has been one of turmoil. No one could ever imagine that one day at the age of 23 they would receive a 60 year prison sentence. This brief story isn't one of self pity, nor public pity, but of sharing a small part of my life, in hopes that someone may learn from my mistakes. I was by no means a saint before Sept. 21, 1995, but before that day, I truly believed that I strove to live a decent life. I worked, went to college, and was a believer of striving towards the will of God, and of the ultimate and unconditional love of my Mama.

September 21, 1995, my beloved Mama passed away from Cancer at the age of 40. No child, parent, or loved one should ever have to watch someone they love die such a horrible death. Especially when you are clueless to the effects it will have on you, but then how do you prepare for death?

My life fell apart! I was such a Mama's boy; Oh, but in the streets, I had a thugs personality, but around my Mama, I was the biggest baby. My Mama was my best friend, and the only person I knew who truly loved me unconditionally. I woke up the day after she passed, so alone and afraid, and not knowing what the future held in store for me.

Can you imagine waking up in a world full of people and knowing that not one person loves you, or would mourn your death? Well I started drinking and using drugs, and 3 months after my Mama passed, I was sentenced to 60 yrs. in prison.

I wont go into all my struggles I've had in these 13 yrs., but it's been rough and trying, and it all adds up to; "I'm still here!" God has brought me from the depths of hell and back. When I no longer believed in Him, He never gave up on me. How blessed am I? For me, the lesson I've learned, was no matter how bad things get, never give up on yourself. God has a plan for us, and God never gives us more than we can handle.

It took prison to save my life, but for you, let it be prayer and your belief in God, or if not that, then the belief that if you hold your head high and stay focused there is a brighter day ahead. It might not seem so at that moment, but I promise you if you trust yourself, and believe in yourself, then it will get better. Prison life is hard, we're treated like property, and less than human. Prisoners are abused, subjected to all kinds of inhumane treatment, and for some, they find solace in medication. For others like myself, we find strength from within.

I have no family or friends, but for those who do, love your family member or friend locked down, they need you in their darkest hours. Yes, we've made mistakes but we're still human beings with the same emotions as anyone else. Please don't give up on us, we need you, your love and support. If anyone has questions, or would just like to respond to my life experiences, please feel free to write....
Respectfully, TEZE

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