Ok so i have a friend named Corey. Hes a real decent man. Walking the christian path. But he keeps it real. So he is a poet, no bs. And a damn good one.
So having read many of his poems, and those of other inmates. I’d like to put some on the blog. He has 2 in particular i’d like U to post Amy. They are really thought prevoking and crazy honest.
-Brent Brents
Concrete Revival.
The reason i died was because i was broken
An old vending machine that just ate my token
Could’nt sleep without pills, wake up hating life
I’d be mad at the world, my family, my wife
I took her to church but not for a wedding
We were at my funeral, the day i was dreading
The reason i am gone is because i was hated
A life full of dope, no hope, segregated
But then i woke up in a box made of concrete
Walking in circles in hell like a zombie
At first i was blind but i started to see
It was heaven not hell that filled the cell around me
How could i be happy, locked up cause of theft?
The right path was in front of me but i chose the left
I can finaly say i’m at peace and i’m sober
A catch 22, cause i wish it was over
The reason i took was so that i could give
And the reason i died was so that i could finally live.
Written by: Corey F. 2017
Diary of a Predator 
Reader: Even as meek as he tried to make himself appear, your skin would still crawl.
I remember Brent Brents. Vividly. No, I’m not one of his victims but I am one of the deputies, now former, who worked in a jail where he was held… I bought your book, a first edition, shortly after it’s release. I was profoundly impacted by Brent during the time he was in custody. He was not a large man but had a very unique presence and one that would raise the hairs on your neck. I would say I’m fairly adept at recognizing danger and comfortable defending myself, if necessary. I also had several inches on him as I stand about 5’10” and I believe he was about 5’7”, if I remember correctly. He was housed in a maximum security unit and was allowed out one hour each day to shower, exercise, or watch tv, by himself.
Even as meek as he tried to make himself appear, your skin would still crawl. There was something fundamentally broken inside of him and that intuition we all have that makes you recognize a dangerous situation would fire off regularly, even when he was locked behind a 2 inch thick metal door. Even other inmates, in maximum security, were bothered by him.
Incidentally, he was right about one thing, the other inmates did want to kill him. We had a few really bad guys in that unit during that time. There is a hierarchy in jail, as I am sure you are aware. Child molesters are on the bottom of that with rapists being one step above. Since Brents was both, and notorious, you could say his reception was not exactly warm.
-Name withheld by request
November 14, 2018
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