About the Book

Incarcerated Tears VOl. 1: Book of Poetry envisions to invite readers to find freedom within its pages.

As a book of poetry Incarcerated Tears is unique in that it doesn't seek to be poetic. Its first obligation is to be honest and open, speaking about life and experiences under the sun in an organic way. While its first obligation isn't to be poetic, Incarcerated Tears VOl. 1: Book of Poetry is just that, poetic!!! With lines like, "Your letters fall between the cracks in these bars, where I can't reach them." From the poem entitled "Preface to a Love Poem", Incarcerated Tears is poetic, open, and inviting.

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About the Author

So, who is Anthony C. Robinson Jr.?

I am twenty-eight year old African American male who is incarcerated, but not imprisoned. I believe that incarceration is a temporary situation that I am in, while imprisonment is a mind state of individuals who feel that the world has done them injustice for holding them accountable for their actions.

I believe that writing is the most intimate form of communication. And I seek to communicate my hopes, dreams, fears, spirit, and humanity with the world through my poetry. With my book I ask you to look into my humanity in order to see your own...

Garden of Me

I can't turn to you,
watching the perspiration of my insecurities
trickling down my brain
and filling that mushy, soft, beating place.

Love doesn't hurt
until we start to think about
how we'll measure up on the other side of it.

Writing doesn't live
until it hurts someone enough
to skewer their stale notions
of how things should or shouldn't be.

I can't turn to you
with this yearning, driving, drowning
me in a writer's
blockade of salty dreams.

Leaning on a sunflower ,
writing under its shade,
trying to produce a seed ...

Grandmother

I wish I could live
In the world the way you saw it.
We regret your passing,
But I know you were following your heart,
Duty bound by a spiritual connection.
Because God and Granddad
Wanted you back a thousand times
More than we could ever miss you.
So you committed yourself bravely
To the task of finding your way back.
And here it was we thought you were
Grief stricken and sick.
But you had a calling to stay faithful to.
You found a taste of heaven on earth
That made everything else pale in comparison.
Food wasn't enough to nourish you
So you stopped eating.
When conversing with people,
The hymn that you used to hear in your own voice
Slowly faded away and no amount of

Company could comfort you.
You became disinterested in things
We thought brought you joy,
I realize now that it was the communion
Of you and Granddad together that gave
You joy, not the activity alone.
And now God and Granddad
Have called you home.
With a part of you gone
You felt that if you did not have
All of yourself to give us
It would be best if you went
And stopped the grieving in heaven.
I ask that you not look down at me from up there,
You keep your head high Grandmother
And I'll keep your example in my heart.
And when I die they'll say
"His eyes were watching God..."

By: Anthony Robinson #P-67144