It’s always exciting for a guy to share his “first day on T” picture. Ky finally sent his along with this letter.
In prison, it takes about a year to become complacent. I’ve been locked-up since 2011 so for a while, I lost hope and basically accepted prison as my life. When you are ignored and disregarded all day everyday, giving up is just the easiest thing to do. The people who run places like this live lush, easy lives. They don’t want to help anyone, that requires effort and compassion. The easy way to collect that government check is to push you down over and over until you lose the will to fight. The injustices that made you mad when you first arrive in prison, become everyday occurrences. You stop speaking against it, because no one cares, and nothing inside these bars change.
Then out of nowhere, something happens that clicks inside. A person who never loses hope, stood directly in my path. She believes that hope is contagious. She used to make signs for the dorm. They were like the kind you see on a grocery store bulletin board. At the top, it said “Take What You Need” and the bottom had little pull off tabs with words like: Hope, Acceptance, Forgiveness, Love, Trust…. I was sure that no one would even look at it, or they would tear it down. The officer’s let us hang it in the computer room. Within 3 days, all 26 words were gone. She kept making the signs and the words kept going. She made a choice to encourage the discouraged. Life is all about the choices that we make and the decisions that can alter your life. I still have the words I took from her sign : Courage, Hope, Strength, Power. She refused to let me take the easy “lay down and die” path. Because of her, I chose to fight. I learned which fights were the most important to me and I stuck by those few which in time will bring about more ways to help others. I also learned that some fights take time, and to NEVER stop shouting, even when you feel like nobody’s listening.
After a year of fighting, shouting, pushing, and almost dying, my fight for HRT is finally over. I had my first shot on Friday (Feb. 26th) while I know it takes time to see changes, I already feel more comfortable in my own body….I guess because I know that what I need, has finally begun for me. I feel good and I am super excited, but find myself hungry a lot more now than usual. I just try my best to work out every morning and eat healthy as possible. I do not expect everything to be perfect but I know that taking these first steps are paving the way for better things to come. I am who I am and I will not stop being me…I will never again accept what I know is wrong.
I thank everyone who is supporting me and that has been stand by me through my struggle and everyone who has contacted me via snail mail. I am still busy responding to letters now, but I am afraid some the address are not legible. I will do my best to respond to each letter and if you have not gotten a letter back from me, be looking for one very soon. I’m happy to say that everything I received was encouraging and made me smile. Thanks so much to everyone who participated in the different writing campaigns. Your words have not only given me strength, but also those who I share your letters with. Like the lady who made our dorm signs, your positive thoughts and hope are contagious and bring smiles.
Remember that there is power in your words and every action has a reaction. Violence only destroys and it doesn’t build a stronger community. Peace, love, courage, education, understanding, and a willingness to stand together is what make a community stronger. Be filled with love and and spread it to those less fortunate. Most days just a kind word makes the world a little bit brighter and can put a smile on someone’s face. Words of encouragement or love really make a difference in a place like this.
Think for a moment…. When was the last time you did something for someone other than yourself? How did it make you feel? Did it make you happy? Sad? Maybe it’s an elderly neighbor who just need help carrying groceries or getting the newspaper from in the yard. I know a lot of folks who feel like the little things don’t matter, so they why bother wasting the time, but that “little thing” might mean the world to the person could be helping. I challenge everyone who reads my blog to do something for another person or just a kind word. I would like to hear about it only if you are willing to share.
Kenyota Peterson # 1000961001
Pulaski State Prison (E6A)
P.O. box 839
Hawkinsville GA. 31036
Stay Strong and Be Blessed,
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