Personal Statement
I am a prisoner of the State of West Virginia. A place I’ve never resided holds me captive. It is the place of my people. The place that held them enclosed, locked in as they were by steep ridges, by stone walls, by metal bars. I guard their memory. No story escapes me. My pistol is my pen felt-tipped and at the ready.
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“My pistol is my pen” right on. This is a powerful piece.
capturing first line!! the prose poem form with the end-stopped sentences really pushes the tone
There you go! Good to know you’re on the job.