A Better Tomorrow
Fried chicken, rice and vegetables; the beginning of what was to come
BY SIMONE J. SMITH As I sat there, I tried to figure out what to do next. Women were walking...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH As I sat there, I tried to figure out what to do next. Women were walking...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH I don’t think being overwhelmed can accurately describe what I was feeling at that moment. As...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH As Angella walked down the path, I began to slowly look around taking in what was...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH I stood there frustrated! The gentleman behind the desk was having a great day, and I,...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH I have to admit; the drive over to the prison was a peaceful one. As we...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH I was led out of my cell back through the corridor that I had passed through...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH I must have been really tired, because I slept way past the time that the lights...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH I knew for some reason that I was going to be transferred to the prison that...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH It was hard to sleep that night. I had sat on the floor staring at the...
BY SIMONE J. SMITH “It’s not like I had any control before, but I sure liked to think so.” I...
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