The view from my doorway by Sean Qualls

THE VIEW FROM MY DOORWAY

I'VE BEEN IN PRISON NOW FOR OVER (151/2) FIFTEEN AND A HALF YEARS, AND I'VE BEEN TO MANY DIFFERENT INSTITUTIONS. HOWEVER, NO MATTER WHAT INSTITUTION I'M IN I CAN TAKE A CHAIR AND SIT IN THE DOORWAY OF MY CELL AND THE VIEW PRETTY MUCH REMAINS THE SAME. I SEE MEN SLAMMING DOMINOES, CARDS, AND EVEN CHESS PIECES. THIS LAST ONE IS MOST SUPRISING, BECAUSE CHESS IS SUPPOSED TO BE A RELATIVELY QUIET GAME. YOU CAN ALSO HEAR THE WILDEST, AND LOUDEST CONVERSATIONS. MEN YELLING AT THE TOP OF THIER LUNGS ABOUT THE MOST TRIVIAL MATTERS. SUCH AS WHOSE ASS IS THE PHATEST BUFFIE OR MALIAH, OR WHO HAS THE MOST MONEY JAY-Z OR FIFTY CENT. HOW CAN THE ANSWER TO EITHER OF THESE QUESTIONS HELP US TO GET PREPARED TO RETURN TO SOCIETY? WILL WE REALLY BE READY TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN THE PEOPLE'S LIVES THAT ARE WAITING FOR US ARGUING ABOUT THESE TYPES OF THINGS? I SERIOUSLY DOUBT IT!
I' M JUST WAITING PATIENTLY AND PRAYING THAT I GET A CHANCE TO SEE A DIFFERENT VIEW FROM A DIFFERENT DOORWAY SOONER RATHER THAN LATER.