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Prison Stories

Tears in a Halfway House

I had to learn how to cry again in order to find peace

ItIt had been years since I last cried. Sitting behind bars for the past seven years, tears were not an option. But, somehow, here in the halfway house I entered a week earlier, I let myself cry. And I was angry at myself as the tears fell.



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Na’im Masuud Rahim

Writer and poet based in Massachusetts. He writes about addiction, mass incarceration and street life.