Tag: Diary Of Change

Dear Diary 11

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Affirmation: I may fall, but I will always rise with a new plan, a stronger mind, and another reason to fight for my freedom.

Dear Diary,
What’s the deal?
Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough to get myself free. Then I ask myself, What more can I do? What else can I try to achieve my freedom? Maybe I need to write more advocates. More organizations. More people who might be willing to look at my case and help me navigate these legal woes.
I’ve tried before. At one point, I actually found some rhythm with an organization called Centurion. We communicated through letters for about two years. They seemed genuinely interested. They asked relevant questions about my case, and eventually, they took a closer look at what I had been screaming about. They saw the injustices I was talking about. For a while, I was convinced they were going to help me get back into that courtroom.
I was wrong.
Eventually, I received a letter telling me they couldn’t help me. When that letter hit, I was crushed. I had become so high on the possibility of their help that when the possibility disappeared, I sank low. Real low.
But I got back up. And maybe that’s what life is about. You fall, You get back up. You dust yourself off. And you get back to it. That experience discouraged me, but it also taught me something: I have to keep knocking on doors.
So maybe I need to write more institutions. More advocates. More organizations. Maybe the next letter I send finds the right person at the right time. I have to keep trying. Because I have to get out of here by any means necessary.
This place is inhumane, and it seems to become more so with every passing day.
It’s been eighteen years since I last felt the breath of freedom. Eighteen years.
Dear Diary, what more does a man need to be free besides being a part of humanity? Should a man be condemned to die in an unfree state? I’m not judging. I’m just wondering.
And while I wonder, I’ll keep writing. I’ll keep learning. I’ll keep knocking. I’ll keep fighting. Because if one door closes, I have to find another one. And if there isn’t another door? I’ll build one.
Dear Diary, spread my words across the earth and into the world:
Kory McClary is ready to be free.
Peace,
Kory

Dear Diary 4

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Daily Affirmation: “I will wield my words as weapons of truth, fighting for freedom and justice with unyielding resolve.”


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Dear Diary,

Complacency is the worst trait to have. Are you crazy—content and satisfied with a cell? Appeased by a TV, a tablet, and a job detail? Don’t forget that everything besides freedom is hell. These appeasements are mere vessels of the devil, designed to keep us dwelling in misery, forgetting that we were born to exist free.

Ignorance is bliss? If being ignorant of my inalienable rights as a human is heaven, then give me hell—a book and a pen. With them, I can pour my pain onto white sheets with black ink and free myself from this misery. Knowledge is power, and the pen is mightier than the sword.

Are you crazy, complaining? Arm yourself with your sword—your pen—and stain the paper with red ink until you meet your Lord.

Give me freedom or give me death. My pen—I call it my tech-nology—is so hot that when I unleash its power, the fire burns blue. Though I’ve yet to stain the white paper with red ink, I’m still alive. With all these books I read, I’m becoming wiser to the endless lies, tricks, and disguises of the devil.

And if I don’t reach the destination my eyes long for, I’m writing down the plan for the next man to pick up and carry forward. Freedom is not a dream; it’s a fight.

Our battle is ongoing. Pick up your book, turn your pen into a weapon, and fire until the war is won.

For, he is a slave who does not read. And he is no warrior if he does not write. Be wary of those who speak like us but whose actions betray their words.

We are the leaders of this struggle. Our voices cannot and will not be silenced—for the pen cannot be silenced.

Dear Diary, can the fight for freedom ever truly end, or does each generation have to pick up the pen and carry it forward?

Dear Diary 10

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Affirmation: I am healing at my own pace, growing in silence, and preparing for the freedom I know is mine.

Dear Diary,

It’s been a while.

But sometimes, a while is a good thing.

Time creates space. And a lack of space breeds familiarity. Familiarity can make people forget your value.

Not saying you’d ever disrespect me, Diary, but I can’t give you all of me.

At least not so fast.

Be patient with me.

My feelings and emotions need healing. You say you can never heal what I never reveal?

Well…

I’ll reveal it slowly.

So you should know, a lot has changed since I last expressed myself between your lines—and somehow, a lot has remained the same.

For starters, I’m still in this joint, toiling to be free.

My clemency petition?

I don’t know if it’s still under consideration. The last governor left office without signing it. So now I’m hoping the new governor shows a nigga some mercy.

But while I wait, I work.

I’m still writing like crazy.

I’ve published a few more news articles. And a couple of weeks ago, I self-published my second book, For Poetry.

And that shit is dope.

I’m getting better at the logistics of self-publishing, too. Every book teaches me something new—not just about writing, but about building something that belongs to me.

My next goal?

For Fiction, Book Two by October.

Then I’m giving everything I’ve got to For Freedom.

Hopefully, by this time next year, it’ll be sitting on bookshelves instead of sitting on top my desk.

I’m also reaching my hands beyond the walls, trying to get published in news publications outside of Prison Journalism Project.

We’ll see how that goes.

But one thing I know for sure:

I’m still fighting for my freedom.

And that fight doesn’t stop until I’m free.

And when I get free?

I’m coming back for the guys.

It’s personal.

This system is a dirty beast. But David didn’t beat Goliath because Goliath was weak. He beat him because David had faith, courage, and the right weapon in his hand.

With the help of the Lord, I believe I can slay this motherfucker, too.

I’m waiting on one more factor before I make my move toward checkmate in that courtroom.

I pray it falls into place soon.

Until then, I’m still jailing.

Reading.

Writing.

Working.

Thinking.

Planning.

Keeping my shit together.

Oh, Diary…

The fight never ends.

The struggle is always in effect.

And no matter how long or how hard they try to keep me trapped, there ain’t no giving up in me.

I’m always plotting and planning—not just for myself, but for the betterment of my people.

Because freedom isn’t just about getting out.

It’s about what you do once you get out.

And when that day comes, I intend to have something worth walking into.

Peace,

Blaq

Dear Diary, what if the space between where I am and where I’m going is exactly where I’m supposed to become the man who can handle freedom?

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Dear Diary 9

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Affirmation: My growth is a quiet revolution, and every lesson I learn unlocks a greater version of me.

Dear Diary,
I haven’t written in a while. I’ve been low for a while.
Reading wild, crazy, un-in-love, wishing on a star for a dove to appear from the walls of this cell.
I know it may seem impossible.

Nothing is impossible. I’ve seen a man disappear into thin air and come back like nothing happened… Facts!

For the dove, I’ll wait—because patience is a virtue. And Allah said:
“Follow the revelation sent to you. And be patient until Allah gives judgment. And He is the best of judges.”

So patient I am, waiting for my destiny to be free.

My poetry is deep—I know.
I’m in a liberating flow, unshackling parts of me I didn’t even know were arrested.
I’m unlocking new levels of self and discovering the wealth of self.

So my absence from putting this black ink on white paper has not been in vain.

Oh Diary, I’m elevating quietly.
Chipping at my weaknesses loudly.
I can hear my old friends sigh when they hear old parts of me hit the floor.

A friend is a friend for how long?
Until friction causes distance or swords are drawn?

My entire being is a new thought, born from a decades-long friction between me and myself:
To be or not to be Kory McClary?

I be HIM because he be’s me.

And with that said—when swords are drawn, murders occur.
And it’s back to Kory McClary the writer… Blaq is dead.

Dear Diary,
Do I write my life away and reveal the secrets of me, or stay silent and remain unfree?

Dear Diary 3

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Daily Affirmation: “I will surround myself with actions that match words, and I will give the love and loyalty I hope to receive.”


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Dear Diary,

Loyalty is an action. Love is an action. Yet, so many people throw these words around recklessly, spewing them from their mouths without any intention of standing by them.

If you love me, show me. If you’re loyal, how and to what extent?

The words loyalty and love carry weight; they leave marks on the heart. They’re impactful, shaping who we are and how we view the world. So why do people say these words without meaning them?

I’ve been told so many times, “I love you… I got you, bro… I’m going to hold you down.” And yet, not one person has lived up to their testament. Their dishonesty—or reckless use of these powerful words—left me hurt.

Over time, I’ve grown used to hearing empty promises. A callous has built around my heart, and all talk has become cheap. Don’t tell me; show me.

I strive to be a man of my word. If I say I love you, I’ll show you through my actions. That’s what real love and loyalty mean to me. But when others had the opportunity to show me love, they failed miserably.

I’m not crying about it, nor am I bitter. I’m simply aware now. I understand that love and loyalty are rare. And when I find them, I’ll hold on tight and place them in my heart forever.

Dear Diary,

If I died today in this lowly state, who would care? Who would pick up the work I’ve started and carry it forward?

I’m trying to build an empire. But how can I do it from here—with no love, no loyalty?

Sincerely,
Kory

Dear Diary, can love and loyalty truly exist in a world where actions often fall short of words?