Prison Pass? Miss Me with That Bullshit.

There’s a phrase I heard today, from a Troll on my TikTok page, that has me sitting back in my chair like—wait, what? “Prison Pass.”

Apparently, some women out here throw this around like it’s some kind of hall pass for cheating:
“My man’s locked up, so I get a prison pass.”
“Girls have their needs.”

Let me say this clear enough for the ones in the back: FUCK THAT.

If you are with a man doing time and you claim to love him—ride for him, wait on those phone calls, send those packages—then be loyal to your man while he’s down. Or let him go.

These men already have the weight of the world on their shoulders in there. They’re surviving conditions half the world wouldn’t last a week in. The last thing they need is to lay their head down at night and wonder if the woman they love is out here using some made-up bullshit excuse like “prison pass” to step out.

Now, I’m not pretending to be some saint. I did my own dirt in my past. Folks will tell my story however they want.
Some of y’all reading this have known me forever—or you know somebody who thinks they know me.
I won't EVER pretend to be perfect, because I am the FURTHEST thing from it.

But here's my truth today: When you find your person—your real ride or die—there’s nothing else like it.
It’s like… if you know, you know.

You want to talk about “needs”? Let me tell you what his needs are right now:

A meal that ain’t powdered potatoes and bologna.
Human touch that isn’t from a CO slamming a cuff on his wrist.
A minute to breathe without looking over his shoulder.

And I’m supposed to sit here whining about my “needs”? About missing sex or intimacy? Please. If that’s really where your head’s at while your man’s locked up, I’m gonna say it as plain as I can: Re-evaluate you.

Because this ain’t about just being somebody’s girlfriend or wife.
It’s about being their peace.

If you can’t hold it down for him while he’s away, don’t waste his time. Don’t string him along. Let him know so he can focus on his fight, not be stressing over yours.

For me? I’ll wait.
Every day.
Every letter.
Every phone call.

And when he walks out those gates, he’ll know I stayed solid.

That’s what real loyalty looks like. No passes needed.

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