Free Verse: 3 Poets on How Words Can Heal
June 15, 2022

While completing my Master of Fine Arts degree at Randolph College in Lynchburg, Virginia, I became interested in the metaphor that compares prison to mental illness because of how often I heard it in people’s speech, and read it in literature, most often by individuals who had never experienced prison. And the people who used this metaphor the most were white, upper-middle class, and either Christian or nonreligious. The experience of prison is often a perspective left out of interfaith conversations as well as societal conversations in general.
As much as I love interfaith spaces, people who enter interfaith spaces can do a much better job including the voices of incarcerated and formerly incarcerated people; especially with a lot of religious/nonreligious conversion happening in carceral spaces along with interfaith chaplains engaging in carceral spaces more and more. Interfaith spaces must also include these voices by compensating the people sharing their stories — and compensating them well.
Despite living in Maine — a predominantly white state mostly filled with nonreligious, Catholic, and some Jewish people — I recognize that it is often Black people, LGBTQ+ people, Muslims, and folks struggling with mental health who are disproportionately incarcerated here. I interviewed three Black formerly incarcerated poets about the use of prison as a metaphor for mental health in our American lexicon and commissioned pieces about their journey with mental health. As a Christian who believes the Gospel’s teaching as an inspiration for restorative/transformative justice and mental health care, it meant a lot to me to engage with Joseph, Raymond, and Stacy and their poetry.
Each interview began with a word association, and the words that came up the most amongst three formerly incarcerated poets were “slavery,” “cages,” “prison,” and “jail.”
Joseph Jackson
Joseph’s interview was the only one done via Zoom along with me. He said, “I’m willing to power through, I’m willing to power through,” when it came to the questions asked. He has found poetry as therapeutic and medicinal. He plays with metaphors a lot in his poetic work. He said that as someone who has experienced prison, he said that his mind was the one place that saved him. He personally cannot compare prison to mental illness for that reason and uses poetry to show that “my mind wasn’t locked in a box … [it helped me] think outside the box.” He doesn’t appreciate people who have no experience with the prison industrial complex, particularly being incarcerated, using the “prison equals mental illness” metaphor.
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Suicide Watch
By Joseph Jackson, January 2022
Prison orientation asked; “Have you ever thought about suicide?
Couldn’t lie!
Stars die, Rivers run dry, Birds fly till they tire.
Energy depletes / Consumed by fire /
Theory of Chaos / Change is the law of life!
Tapping gavel echoes in the chamber /
Keys jingling / officer’s steel toes / Still stings /
The DA told those lies / Life didn’t travel in a straight line.
Faced with a different type of time /
Killing myself crossed My mind /
Feeling stuck / Second hand stopped on a dime.
Biological processes / Neurological connections /
Cellular osmosis / Mental health diagnosis /
Prognosis? Self medicating by smoking!
Mental health Consignment / Solitary Confinement /
Criminal Justice / Insane Asylum /
In the other cages they wilding / Grown Men behaving childish!
Illusion of truth / Persistent anguish /
Feelings are proof / On suicide watch /
Locked naked in a human proof booth.
Artificial illumination / Photons fail to escape my soul /
Envision an event horizon and feeling trapped /
A super massive Black hole.
European creation / Precise machinations /
Factory production lines / Corporations unionized /
All social constructs / Like Greenwich means time!
Wound up / Spring taunt / 24 hour watch /
The CO was armed with a Glock /
Imagining how to grab it / Pop My top.
“We all Die / Might all Fry / Might as well
Get to it / Living in hell in this life /
Living Slave / Might as well just do it!”
Alone / Isolated / Afraid / Wondering if it’s Black fate
To eat slop on a plate / Reimagine Plato in the cave
Viewing the world outside the gate!
Idealized darkness of human life /
Mariner paddling after the Albatross /
Paradise lost / Fall of Lucifer / Christ on a cross.
Mentally screaming / Begone demon / Wake up / Heart ticking
Like an old world clock / Out flies the little birdy /
Coo Coo Coo Coo… / Please make this STOP!
“I lied, thinking about suicide! /
Please take me back in with the guys /
Wear a poker face / My outside disguise My insides.
The sheer force of that lie echoes in my mind /
Down in the depths of My soul time stops
At the singularity / A super massive Black hole.

Joseph Jackson
Joseph Jackson is Director of Leadership Development at Maine Inside Out, an organization that uses original theater to build community, develop youth leadership, and create dialogue both inside and outside of Long Creek Youth Development Center, Maine’s juvenile correction facility. He is also Executive Director of Maine Prisoner Advocacy Coalition, and Campaign Advisor of Maine Youth Justice. In 1995, Mr. Jackson was convicted of manslaughter, and served 19 years. During that period, he founded the Maine prison chapter of the NAACP, and earned associate’s and bachelor’s degrees, both summa cum laude, from the University of Maine at Augusta. When Mr. Jackson enrolled in the University of Southern Maine’s Stonecoast MFA program in Creative Writing, he was the first prisoner in the state to be selected for a graduate program. In 2015, he earned a Master’s Degree from University of Southern Maine. A published poet, Joseph Jackson was on the Advisory Board of Freedom & Captivity, a humanities project that examines the impact of incarceration and offers public opportunities to imagine alternatives. In a 2018 article for The Guardian, Mr. Jackson wrote: “I do this work because years of liberal studies and distance allowed me to make sense of the unfathomable world I experienced. It is a world in which abuse is relentless. It defies comprehension.”
Raymond Lester
In Raymond’s interview, he gave written responses to each of the questions. He said that poetry “means writing words that rhyme and [tell] a story. Poetry to me also means music.” He does not play with metaphors often in his poetic work. He remarked that anyone could have the potential to feel like they have “no way out,” and that “mental health” as a phrase has no “positive or negative baritones.” He also made sure to name how often incarcerated and formerly incarcerated people are more stigmatized for their past mistakes than those who haven’t experienced incarceration.
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By Raymond Lester, March 2022
I took a charge…Yeah I took a charge.
Just like being clothing in a wash yeah in the washer and dryer
Spinning round and round will this thing ever stop. Or no just go higher. Higher higher
Like that lobster on the fryer. Kill me now kill me now I can’t take this pain Even If I die in vain is this really in vain am I insane. The pain the pain I just want it to stop. Just like that last drop of water in a melting pot. Will it ever stop or not just like being on that merry go round…Around around up and down up and down around around. Wait do you hear that sound…teardrop.
Raymond Lester is a student at Southern Maine Community College for Computer Science and Executive Director of the nonprofit Rise and Shine Youth Retreat.
Stacy Perez
In Stacy’s interview, she gave both audio recorded responses and written responses. She said that poetry has given her a form of therapy that traditional therapy could never; and inspires her to share what she wouldn’t share with others before. She plays with metaphors not only in her poetry, but in theatrical work and play work as well. She named that she believes “anyone who has experienced mental health illnesses can choose to express how it feels to go through it as they experience it by using the [prison is mental illness] metaphor.” She especially feels that incarcerated folks shouldn’t hold back the words they want to use to explain their existence.
Mental Health is a Prison
By Stacy Perez, May 2022
Sitting in the house fighting a daily battle with my mental health. Stressing daily overridden by anxiety is like playing tug of war with all the feelings and emotions inside me with all the doors and windows open for the world to see. Wishing I could wake up and just live “normally.”
“Normally” what does that even mean? Does it mean when I awake my grass will be green or just that I will be heard and seen? Why do I care? Not to be mean but some days living normally isn’t my scene. I just want to be free to be me and not be judged by this f—ed up society!
Everyday I’m living is like flying by the seat of my pants without a moment’s notice never even given a chance. Some days I really like it here because I can be alone in my own zone to live life at my own pace, no time limits, over crowded space and no due dates just a woman face to face with her own mental state in her own mental space.
Some days it can get lonely here, sometimes even fill you with hate and anger for feeling weak and out of place because of your mental state. Creating space for unnecessary fear. Many say “Get over it!” “Get out of your own head!” “There’s no such thing as anxiety or mental health disabilities. You’re just seeking attention.” “This s— didn’t exist when I was younger.” Well let me be the one to tell you it does exist and it has for a very long time. It’s just now there is a name for it.
Growing up everyone around me was so blind to it. The stigma around getting help back then was “You better not tell them doctors nothin! Watch your words lil girl! You say the wrong thing and they’ll lock you up in E5 for talkin crazy! You better not say nothin about me or what goes on in our home! It ain’t nobody business what goes on in our home and then just drop you off to face the eval and doctors alone, expecting you to know what to say or how to act after getting the 3rd degree on what not to say. Knowing your fear of being left alone with strangers because of your past history. When it was them who put you in danger’s hands faithfully.
No wonder I act the way I do, feel the way I do, fear the things I fear, parent the way I do. S—’s ridiculous if you ask me because that kind of mother I could never be.
At night when most people lay to close their eyes, I lie awake with my eyes open wide and all the good, bad and ugly thoughts take over my mind. Feeling as though there isn’t just one of me but more like 5. Getting more and more angry at myself wishing it all would subside. Wondering how every commandment could ever be fulfilled with a mind like mine I’m sure I would have been killed. Needing a space to let it all go but fear is the factor here. What will they say, what will they do, it is all just too much but honestly I can’t even cry. As tears flow, my emotions won’t let go. I’m numb, at this point I really can’t let go. Thinking if I could just unravel all the childhood trauma, heartache and pain maybe I could learn to just breathe a little again.
Woooooohsaaaaaaaaahhh!
There it is! Don’t let it go… Woooooooooohsaaaaaaaahh! Stay with it baby girl… Let your lungs blow… Wooooooooooohsaaaaaaaaahhhh! Breathe baby… just breathe…
Woooooooooohsaaaaaaaaaahhh! You’re going to be ok!
Woooooooooohsaaaaaaaaaaahhh! And release…..
As I am starting to get a little feeling in my body back, I try not to fidget too much because I think I’m finally going to get what I was trying for and that was just to relax and a good night’s sleep.
Mannnn, who am I kidding! That would be way too much to ask. I’ve tried the white noise, music and relaxation, running, swimming, skating, acupuncture, massage therapy, smoking, traditional therapy and every type of meditation, not to mention all types of medications….
Never knowing how to be soft. To every human touch her body screams get off!
My only peace… O… my best friend and of course my family. A salvation in all my years I had never known back then.
To be honest this is just a small fraction of the result you get when you allow an already struggling child in the hands of incarceration. It only adds to her trauma, heartache and frustrations. You make her heart cold and turn her entire adult life into one big f—ing complication!! Mental health is prison!! I still haven’t gotten my /happy ending!!
All I ever hear is you’re such a strong woman! I wasn’t given a choice. Yes I’m strong but sometimes I want to be weak, to be vulnerable and not just when I speak. I want to know what it feels like to be soft and not only to need but to receive and be freed! That’s what I need!!! Mental health is prison….Now say it with me…….
Stacy Perez is Maine Inside Out’s Director of Advocacy and Support, an advocate, an activist, an artist, and a poet.

Maya Williams
Maya Williams (ey/they/she) is a religious Black Mixed Race suicide survivor and the seventh poet laureate of Portland, Maine. Maya was a Better Together Coach as an undergraduate student at East Carolina University, is a recipient of the Interfaith America Alumni Interfaith Leadership Fund and is an Interfaith Innovation Fellow along with creative partner Mia S. Willis (they/them). Mia and Maya co-host the video essay series Dying/Laughing, a live action and animation discussion series dedicated to speaking candidly about suicidality and confronting its representations in entertainment media. You can find Maya as one of three artists of color representing Maine in The Kennedy Center’s Arts Across America series and more of their published work on mayawilliamspoet.com. Eir debut poetry collection, “Judas & Suicide,” is available for pre-order via Game Over Books. Maya encourages people to support Maine Inside Out and Rise & Shine Youth Retreat.