Can you hear me now?

Since prison calls are FREE, NOW is the time to have someone to call!

I’d like to make friends with people I can call (or text). For most of my incarceration the exorbitant cost of ‘Prison collect calls’ became a barrier, then diminished any connections with friends I had prior to arrest. CALLS (NOW FREE) mean a lot to me IF there’s any friends to call. Now with free phone calls, I hope to meet & talk to new people and forge new bonds. Please join me for this journey!

Recent Accomplishments:
Certified Paralegal with specialty training in 4 areas: Wills, trusts, estates; tort/personal injury; civil litigation; criminal law procedures.

Published author:
ARRIVING: Freedom writing of Asian and South Pacific Islanders

College Graduate: from Southwestern college (Social Services & Liberal Arts

Other fun facts:
-Personality: good listener, funny, like routines, work well with others
-Language: spoke Hindi growing up
-Aquarius, snicker brown eyes, close-cropped black hair
-Write left-handed, play sports right-handed, shoot hoops, throw football, boxing.
-Hobbies I enjoy: Taking college classes, writing, poetry
-Music: Classic rock, R&B, country
-Books: Romance, fictional, educational
-Movies: Comedy, drama, romance

Texting: Text messages is also an option, as I can send/receive them (.05 each). Although I’m new to texting, I can see why some people like it so much. This option also allows me to:
1) Receive pictures
2)Receive videos (up to 30 seconds)

To get on approved text list:
1) Go to gettingout.com
2)Download the apps
3) Navigate to facility, I’m at: R.J. Donovan
4)Enter my info (name) Michael M.Singh (cdcr #) T-22165

Lost and ProFound written by Michael Manjeet Singh
Literal torture inflicted upon my mental health
No longer am I young, it ain’t my sense of wealth.
Each minute is an awfully cruel, emotional drain
Falling into dark pits, losing ground fast, without any gain.
How can I rehabilitate, improve, and be changed
When your psychosis is to isolate me and make me deranged?
You separated me from the pack, now I’m a recluse
Hear that sound? Rollin’ around my screws are now loose.
This duress adversely warps my mind
Stressin’ in solitary (SHU, ASU). Its effects are far from kind.
Efforts to use coping skills become a major complication
Nullified because of never-ending cortisol·, distress of subjugation.
This solo situation – prompted by a ruse – is fully forced
I hear hella voices and counting yet from reality I’m divorced.
Forced solitude makes me feel so hollow and empty inside
It’s cemetery-silent, feels like a graveyard, like I’ve died.
I’m locked in here – all alone, causing me to truly, seriously suffer
from intimate connection to life, there’s no greater buffer.
Being socially lonely has a permanent and deadly impact
It feels like your entire soul has been fatally attacked.
The mental Black Hole exacerbates the mind’s pain
I don’t know how to deal with this eradicated brain.
They told fabrications to put me inside, all lies!
Since I’m falsely accused, should I inflict real pain evoking tears from my eyes?
This scenario is well known to drive many men critically insane
l am strong and will thrive until I can no longer feign,
I feel like I’m at the end of my rope
What else can I hold onto to give me some hope?
Prison is dark already; this deconstruction of brain only makes it more.
How long before they open this pit from the depths of Hell’s door?
When will this cavity fully engulf and swallow me?
I want to feel as if I’m part of something bigger, don’t you see?
Focus fiercely because light always comes after the dark
All you need is synapse wire with a small inner spark.
You have to come back – circle of life – like a boomerang
Gotta fight hard, grit your teeth, and show your fang.
In my mind’s eye this is the solitary (SHU, ASU) segregation effect
My face is a facade so my emotions you can’t read or detect.
Physically, I am fine and safe and sound
But still, the loneliness in my heart and mind is quite profound.

Fighting the Power by Michael Manjeet Singh

Books called it THE GREAT MIGRATION, but people aren’t birds
Yet we fly in flocks & also remain lonesome doves
So do crows & many of them equal a murder
Birds of a feather, flock together
And the word of vultures kill us all little by little with each passing day

With oppression & by smoke bombs, metal batons and O.C. pepper spray
The penitentiary is a place with fair weather friends
This ain’t no game, ’cause our wings are tied or clipped
That’s why so many take that heroin with a syringe have dipped
Because for some its better and easier to inject their veins with dope
Instead of to fight the power and system with their brains fueled with hope

To talk to “yo “Dear Mama” cost way more than a dime
The guards charge you a thousand for a cellphone, then try to take mine
“The Man” bringing you the coke to ‘blow’
Wears a green jump suit & calls himself a C.O.
Ironically, the very next day, you get ‘called’ for a u/a
In my world of prison, this is just your average and typical day
My humanity is NOT up for negotiation
That’s what has messed up this entire state of the US Nation!
Young lions SINGH (SIKHS), grow up in and are a mother’s pride
It’s when you get older, that you see how the system has truly lied.