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Keidrain Brewster, The Face of Big Reform

Prison reform begins with those who are incarcerated, men and women who have found themselves behind these fences, men and women who are more than the crime committed and the number they were branded.  And for prison reform to be successful, we must begin to change our perspectives.  Yes, we have done distasteful and degrading things to ourselves as well as our communities; however, our focus should be that we still have breath in our bodies and in that breath is opportunity to right our wrongs. First for ourselves and then for our community. 

There is power in changing perspective – where others see prison and punishment, we can see opportunity, the opportunity to correct the belief system that drove our previous thinking!  When we reflect on what landed us in prison, we can connect the dots backwards to misguided beliefs that have been governing our lives.  When we start that process and begin making ground, we transform into reformers. The reformer does not see a prison, they see a spiritual retreat. They don’t see punishment, they see vindication.  They don’t see a prison yard, they see a college campus.  The reformer doesn’t see ‘bottom of the barrel’, they see a community full of untapped potential.  It is what we choose to see that offers us the opportunity to walk in reformed ways. 

The reformer uses their new way of walking in their immediate environment. They begin to implement their newfound gifts and talents right where they are.  A true reformer sees everywhere they are as their community, and the time is now to work and gain the experience needed for the future.  The strongest reformers are those serving life sentences, life reformers.  A life reformer is one who has made their change and accepted their vital role in this movement. They are the ones that society can trust to assist the reformers that are returning to their communities, equipping them with sound knowledge and being an example of what it means to be an asset to their community, no matter the circumstance.  Life reformers are the inside team

On the outside, there are those like Mr. Keidrain ‘Bossman’ Brewster.  He is the face of big reform, making the movement manifest in big ways, ensuring it isn’t for a moment! He has sacrificed much, countless hours on the road visiting prisons across America. He has sat at tables with prison administrators, using his personal finances to willingly fund his mission, humbly and whole-heartedly. Now the fruit of his labor is ripe for the picking, his presence requested all over the country!  It will not surprise us reformers when he walks in the White House because of his genuine heart for change and sincerity of action. 

Mr. Brewster has made the Texas Department of Criminal Justice his home base, where he served thirteen calendar years of his life going through his own personal reformation.  He has endured what he asks of us.  It was while incarcerated he found his why, one that would lead him to success in his freedom, in marriage, in fatherhood and a trucking business, success as a published author, and most of all – success in touching and changing culture.   

Brewster is coming behind these fences telling us face-to-face we are offered the same opportunities and more.  Who we were in society is what landed us in prison, and who we become in prison is how we return to our communities.  Most of us were ignorant of this thing called societal trust, a trust between a person and society that says we will build and add as we can for the greater good of the whole.  This trust is placed upon each human, whether they are aware of it or not.  Our prerogative is to take accountability and do our part to the fullest! 

Mr. Brewster has made great strides in pushing the big reform movement, going back into prisons across the country, appearing on radio, offering jobs for felons upon release, even doing a Ted Talk. The message is always the same… change is possible, and this is only the beginning!

ABOUT THE WRITER. Jarod Wesenberg is a poet, writer, DJ, and reformer. He doesn’t have time to write for us often, but we appreciate it when he does. He is a changemaker in his own right, and you can find a recent interview he did here.

Jarod can be contacted at:

Jarod L. Wesenberg, Sr. #1830643
Michael Unit
P.O. Box 660400
Dallas, TX 75266-0400

NOTE: It has been the experience of WITS that our mail sent to the Dallas distribution center is not always delivered, or it has taken several months for delivery. For that reason, we recommend Securus for contacting residents of Texas prisons.

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Letter To An Angel

Tell me, Sis,
How we supposed to get past this?
I’ll never be content
Talkin’ about in the past tense.
And I gotta ask this…
Was it my fault?
Should I have kept it all in and masked it?
I mean… I called you Angel, but it was only metaphorically!
I didn’t mean for you to go and get a halo and wings!
Ups! Down! But we never meant to say those things!
I was only mad… and ignorant… I didn’t know how to act!
I didn’t know how to be – a brother.
I was too busy tryna be a ‘G’,
Something I wasn’t!
But see, I don’t wanna go get this tattoo saying R.I.P.!
And I know how you felt about Ma and Kareem,
But did you miss ‘em that much?
That you had to leave so early,
Just to feel they touch?
Damn, Sis!  What about us?  (what about us?)
What about Rob? What about T.J.?
He didn’t even get enough… of you.
Was it all just too much… for you?
Backbone to a family?
Mother and father to a son,
Yet, you weren’t manly!
And what about, Mama?
She raised her own four,
And here’s another two.
Okay, more like three, we all know how Rob can be!
And I don’t mean to sound selfish,
But fuck that!  What about ME?
Do I accept this?  Take it in stride?
Or do I come with you?
To spend a little bit of time,
Standing in line?
‘Cause you know everyone makes it to the gates,
But not everyone makes it inside.
So, when you make it in…
Vouch for me,
Let God know I’m not that bad!
Or at least ask for a weekend pass!
So when I’m in Hell, it won’t feel like it
The way I make the memories from those three days last!
I just wanna come kick it with you and Beamer.
I know she there!
All dogs go to Heaven,
They’re innocent creatures.
Now, back to the subject,
How do you want me to deal with this pain?
Guess I’m happy to have it,
‘Cause if I would’ve went before you,
Lord only knows what that would’ve done to your brain.
Brain?  Well, there’s some screws loose,
But I would give you mine in a heartbeat.
Now I wish I could just give you a heartbeat!
My heartbeat!
I’m feeling kinda dead inside,
There’s a lot of lead inside.
I would sink if I went swimmin’.
I’d rather go feet first into the flames,
Then to have this feeling!
And what’s the correct way to mourn an Angel?
I don’t know!
But why the fuck did you have to be the one to teach me!
You were the only one who could reach me,
The only one to feed me…
All that love that God blessed you with!
I’m sorry for all the shit I ever stressed you with.
Remember, you told me about Kareem?
And I was asking, ‘Who goin’ to be next and ‘ish?
I knew it wouldn’t be you!
You  didn’t even make the list.
I coulda never guessed this ‘ish!
Yeah! Yeah! I hear you now, tellin’ me not to stress the ‘ish,
But that’s easier to say.
My puzzle been missing pieces,

and another one just went away…

ABOUT THE WRITER. Jarod Wesenberg has shared his poetry here before. He wrote this piece for someone special who he was not able to say goodbye to. Jarod doesn’t write for us often, but when he does, it is a pleasure to share his writing.

Jarod can be contacted at:

Jarod L. Wesenberg, Sr. #1830643
Michael Unit
2664 FM 2054
Tennessee Colony, TX 75886

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Twelve

The first time I put my lips to a crack pipe…
Whoever would’ve thought I’d indulge in that life?
Mover Man Chris showed me how to smoke it,
Inhale.  Inhale.  Now, hold it!
I held it… until I had to release it.
Cloud 9, no longer a cliché,
For I had reached it.
I learned the tricks
Of the trade,
Never cared how the crack came!
If you use a glass pipe,
Be sure to know how to work the flame!
Glass was the best,
Better than the rest.
White smoke, thick,
Tryna get it all,
Get it all,
My life depended on that toke.
But, damn it!
I always used too much flame!
Had to resort to the tire gauge,
Fell in love with the sound it made
When the fire hit the rock,
That snap, crackle, pop!
Rock after rock after rock,
On and on and on,
Till the crack was all gone!
Whole cigarettes burned out,
Forgot they were on.
Then comes the push,
Heat it, push it, cool it, hit it.
Repeat.
Then comes the voice
Dog, you ain’t stopped yet?
Naw… not yet.
The next stage is no fun!
Down to the floor,
Looking for crumbs.
On hands and knees,
Straight trippin’!
No dope to be found,
Only paint chippins.
And when you finish,
There’s a feeling of resolve,
Knowing and accepting
That the dopes all gone.
I light another cigarette,
Look out the window,
And know that this come down
Will be Hell!
I learned all of this
At the age of Twelve!

ABOUT THE WRITER. Jarod Wesenberg is new to WITS, but as with all the writers here, he is now part of our family. This is exactly what we are looking for. Not every story here is pretty, and to honestly share experiences of all kinds through writing is what we are. Jarod can be contacted at:

Jarod L. Wesenberg, Sr. #1830643
Michael Unit
2664 FM 2054
Tennessee Colony, TX 75886

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