No human rights for prisoners

I don’t get why people belittle how tough Singapore’s prisons are. They say other countries’ prisons are worse. Let me tell you, no they’re not worse than Singapore’s. I talked to a lot of prisoners from so many different countries when I went in prison the previous 2 times. They have all unanimously agreed that Singapore prison is the worst, these are all people who have stayed in prisons in other countries, whether it is their home country or countries foreign to themselves. Be it whether you’re talking about prisons in China, Taiwan, Malaysia, US, Russia, etc. Yes Singapore’s prison is worse than all of these and any other country you can name. This is because in other countries, if you have money, you can easily get things you want into prison or inside prison itself, even if they’re illegal. Someone who had stayed in Macau’s prison told me that he managed to get a handphone into the prison there for him to use while he was inside. Plus, there’s no human rights in Singapore’s prisons. Trying to ask for a pen to use from the prison officers feels akin to asking for a million dollars, I don’t get why I’m not even guaranteed the right to pen down what I want to express. Isn’t the right to express oneself a basic human right? You would think so, but no, for my previous sentence, they even lost my mitigation letter on the day of sentence itself and asked me to re-write it again on the spot, with minutes left to the court hearing. This was a mitigation letter that I had written and submitted a month ago to the prison officers. How am I supposed to recall what I wrote a month ago that I haven’t seen since then and which I had sufficient deliberation time to coherently write down everything I wanted to at the time of writing? Now you tell me I only have a few minutes to try and not panic and write down everything which I had previously had hours to think about. Who on earth is able to think and write coherently under such time limit and stress? There’s not even a proper pen or table in the holding cells under the State Court. And even then, they refuse to give me a pen immediately, saying that I still have to send in a request for a pen when they’re clearly the ones who have made a blunder in their jobs by losing my mitigation letter that I had submitted to them because I was adhering to their instructions. And even when they finally give me a pen, it’s the usual very-thin-pen-refill-thingy that’s not even a real pen, it’s more like a pen-refill that’s hard to hold and write with. Anyone who thinks that Singapore prison is no big deal, that it’s nothing tough, that other countries have it worse, I implore that these people be sent for a bout of stay inside our prisons. This can even make for an interesting reality show: Survivor: Singapore Prison. Outwit, Outplay, Outlast.

Empathy

I am of course fully aware that a lot of people think that I deserve to go to jail and won’t pity me even the slightest bit. Seems empathy is a dying trait in this world. Do you really need to wish harm on someone just because they’ve done harm onto others? Think about it. Does killing someone who committed manslaughter or even murder really gonna do anything? It’s still an overall deficit in the system. It’s not gonna balance out anything, you just end up with two dead people instead of one. Just because they’ve done harm, it doesn’t mean that we should expect the legal system to do harm to them too. If so, then we are no different than the orignal perpetrator; an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, that just makes us sadists watching the perpetrator be punished and deriving satisfaction by convincing oneself that justice is meted out and that they deserve the punishment they get. Why is the focus always on the punishment? Why isn’t the focus instead centered on helping the prosecuted person out? Such as understanding what led them to commit the act they’re prosecuted for. Punishing a person in the form of incarceration and depriving them of any privileges seem barbaric and archaic compared to rehabilitating them.

Experience

Sometimes I feel like if it was someone else who went through everything that I’ve gone through, they might have already just killed themselves long ago. By everything, I mean not just the breakup with Jeremy but also the multiple incarcerations in jail, the bacteria infection/eczema flare-up I had in jail which caused a swollen and J-shaped bent-backwards penis and constant wet and sticky scrotum (which fortunately was cured before I left jail but not the rashes all over my body which it still left behind). Oh and also the discrimination faced, both inside and outside jail; the outside one would be referring to job discrimination and the inside one would be the solitary confinement alone.

The Courtship of the Wind and Desert

I’m but a pathetic being
Incarcerated within a love that’s long gone.
Much like a sandstorm blowing across the desert;
In the same vein as you dancing across my heart;
The wind may have left the desert
But the sand dunes left behind are evidences of the epic scale
In which the wind and desert had once courted each other
And that their fervent love had once existed and isn’t just a mirage or myth.

Heaven is when I’m with you

With my back against you,
cradle me in your arms,
hold me close and let me
feel the rhythm of your heart.

With those big hands of yours,
hold mine firmly in them,
and let me feel your clasp
on this tiny heart of mine.

Lean in close on my face,
kiss me hard from behind,
on my cheeks, and mouth too,
with those luscious lips of yours.

Turn me gently around,
and let me gaze deeply,
into those divine eyes
that will melt me everytime.

The scent of your body,
and its taste as I run
my lips down your contour,
is simply sheer Ambrosia.

Lie down here next to me
and let me hug you tight.
Close your eyes and cuddle,
feeling our body warmth.