Voices From Behind Bars
It still hurts to tell the story I am about to tell but now I am at peace with myself and my past. I look forward to each new day. My life in prison goes back to when I was twenty-one years old and incarcerated in Georgia Women’s Correctional Institute in Hardwick, Georgia. I was young and this was my first time in prison. I hadn’t been in a lot of trouble but I had caused a lot of hurt. I hurt myself, but most importantly I hurt the people I love the most—and the ones that love me.
By Sonya Smith
Indicted and unsure of what the charges fully mean. What’s an indictment? Some incarcerated really ask that question. How did I get here? Somewhere between arrest and shipment to prison a nervous breakdown has occurred as V.C. sits full of dismay recalling the events that led to imprisonment.
I’m recently incarcerated at the county jail. My goal is to help all those young people going through trials and tribulations. I know you are probably thinking, “What does he know about what I’m going through.”
I’m currently incarcerated for armed robbery, kidnapping, theft by receiving auto, possession of a firearm during commission of a felony, criminal attempt to commit armed robbery, and aggravated assault with intent to rob. As you can see my charges are very serious. I never knew just hanging with the wrong crowd could put my life at risk.