| Willie Smith Z - 541 Holman Unit - Cell 1- 5 - A Holman 3700 Atmore, AL 36503 |
Nickname: JR.
DOB: 10/02/1969
Height: 6'
Weight: 234 lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Race: African-American
Religion: Christian
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Custody Date: 1992
Offenses:
Supervision Status: Incarcerated
Anticipated Release Date: none
Seeking: Open to all
DOB: 10/02/1969
Height: 6'
Weight: 234 lbs.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Race: African-American
Religion: Christian
Marital Status: Single
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Custody Date: 1992
Offenses:
Supervision Status: Incarcerated
Anticipated Release Date: none
Seeking: Open to all
Don't send pictures until Willie explains the restrictions.
Complete name and address of the sender must be on
outside of the envelope. Your mail will be rejected if it
does not include the cell #
Complete name and address of the sender must be on
outside of the envelope. Your mail will be rejected if it
does not include the cell #
Each day I tell myself "Mind over Matter". I have written several adverts on the
Internet expressing desperate need for friendship. I usually express my outer
character, hiding my innermost feelings. Nobody wants everybody in their
business because when all is said and done we look for that person who
understands the most.
Never in my life has pain overtaken me the way I am feeling now. Being on
Death Row forces "Mind over Matter". It doesn't scare me a lot to be in here. I
don't wanna die, but I have no control over this flawed system. I guess what
bothers me the most is not having family or friends to walk with me through this
journey. What hurts is not receiving mail going through the days in pain. A letter
means the world to me. Mail is the first thing I think about when I awake, and the
last when I go to sleep.
You see today it doesn't matter what the world thinks about me. Today you
have my intimate pain. Living or dying isn't even a factor. No one has to love or
like me. All I ask is to be heard.
I have been on Death Row since 1992. Many friends and family have passed
away. Many have turned their backs on me. I don't have no one to talk to, nobody
to help me. No one to trust.
I feel pain inside my soul and heart. When I dream good dreams, that precious
moment is stolen by my past...stolen by what has been set before me -- The Lethal
Injection. I'll never get a second chance to be free and show the world what I have
learned.
I'll never see my little brother again. I will never get the chance to find out what
true love is. I am in pain day in, day out. Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, my
definition. The next important element and gift we should never take for granted. I
fight prison physically and mentally. So even if I free my soul, "I am still not free".
It's not just about the letter writing. It's also about what's in the letter. For me
saying hello goes a long ways. It's like having that Fresh cup of coffee in the
morning or a parent seeing their child doing a play, dance, or graduate what a
feeling huh? That's what I feel like when knowing and seeing someone's out there
thinking about me.
They say silence is golden. Sometimes it is, but I can't be silent any more. I
need someone to listen to me. I need to be understood. I need to be heard and felt
and cared about. Out of mind is how I am treated by Family and Friends. It hurts
for them to have given up on me like that. But I use the pain inflicted arrow they
used to pierce my soul as a tool. A tool to try to rise and believe some day that it
don't hurt no more. Pain has a way of wearing down after so long you know. In
the meantime all my bottled feelings will be said no matter what anyone thinks
about me. I'll use this time simply to make myself known.
I gratefully thank you all for listening to me. I Feel better already now that I said
this. I hope you continue listening and being there for me
Internet expressing desperate need for friendship. I usually express my outer
character, hiding my innermost feelings. Nobody wants everybody in their
business because when all is said and done we look for that person who
understands the most.
Never in my life has pain overtaken me the way I am feeling now. Being on
Death Row forces "Mind over Matter". It doesn't scare me a lot to be in here. I
don't wanna die, but I have no control over this flawed system. I guess what
bothers me the most is not having family or friends to walk with me through this
journey. What hurts is not receiving mail going through the days in pain. A letter
means the world to me. Mail is the first thing I think about when I awake, and the
last when I go to sleep.
You see today it doesn't matter what the world thinks about me. Today you
have my intimate pain. Living or dying isn't even a factor. No one has to love or
like me. All I ask is to be heard.
I have been on Death Row since 1992. Many friends and family have passed
away. Many have turned their backs on me. I don't have no one to talk to, nobody
to help me. No one to trust.
I feel pain inside my soul and heart. When I dream good dreams, that precious
moment is stolen by my past...stolen by what has been set before me -- The Lethal
Injection. I'll never get a second chance to be free and show the world what I have
learned.
I'll never see my little brother again. I will never get the chance to find out what
true love is. I am in pain day in, day out. Freedom, Freedom, Freedom, my
definition. The next important element and gift we should never take for granted. I
fight prison physically and mentally. So even if I free my soul, "I am still not free".
It's not just about the letter writing. It's also about what's in the letter. For me
saying hello goes a long ways. It's like having that Fresh cup of coffee in the
morning or a parent seeing their child doing a play, dance, or graduate what a
feeling huh? That's what I feel like when knowing and seeing someone's out there
thinking about me.
They say silence is golden. Sometimes it is, but I can't be silent any more. I
need someone to listen to me. I need to be understood. I need to be heard and felt
and cared about. Out of mind is how I am treated by Family and Friends. It hurts
for them to have given up on me like that. But I use the pain inflicted arrow they
used to pierce my soul as a tool. A tool to try to rise and believe some day that it
don't hurt no more. Pain has a way of wearing down after so long you know. In
the meantime all my bottled feelings will be said no matter what anyone thinks
about me. I'll use this time simply to make myself known.
I gratefully thank you all for listening to me. I Feel better already now that I said
this. I hope you continue listening and being there for me
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