Gillette is 37 and incarcerated in the US (PA).
Pittsburgh native here… My name is Gillette. I’m 37 years old and hoping to meet some new friends here to correspond with. As I write this, I’m feeling an energy of charged expectations of the possibilities “maybe” and “what if” someone does respond back because I’m surely looking forward to it.
If you’re still reading this, obviously you want to know more about me, yes? I consider myself an easy going, laid back, quiet kinda fella with an outgoing personality. I was born and raised in Pittsburgh, PA. I play the saxophone, was a boxer in my younger days, and I love music of all genres. I’m a tutor, peer support worker, and certified diesel technician.
I keep pretty busy around here by working out, writing poetry, cooking, and hopefully letter writing soon too. I try to break up the repetitive routine of prison life by keeping myself constructively occupied, and I read a lot because it never gets old to learn something new from a book.
Now, I post this profile not only to reconnect with the outside world, but also to try and build bridges throughout this journey to open up my very small circle of trusted people in my life and acquire some genuine, sincere and trusted friendships along the way.
I have learned in my life that true friendship begins with Honesty, Trust, and Respect. These are qualities that I value and possess, so I hope that you do as well. One must have a genuine love & respect for others regardless of their physical abilities, religion, ethnicity, or social status, as I do.
Well, that’s me in a nutshell… As it be, everything has to begin with something, right? So, I’ve taken the initiative to reach out by posting the profile with the hope that someone out there believes that I’m worth their time & effort of a response back.
I’ll be patiently waiting and looking forward to the “possibilities” of a response. Hope to be hearing from you soon!
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1 Warrior 2 Souls
I’m one warrior with two souls
A frozen heart filled with burning coals
A pair of lifeless eyes with live tears
A nervous wreck with no fears
A healing angel at times and a miniature devil
A passive compliant and an ultimate rebel
An inspirational instrument and a torturous tool
A sparkling intellectual and a misfortunate fool
An ocean of pleasure and a river of pain
A 1⁄2 day of sunshine and twelve hours of rain
I’m the warmth of the summer and bitter of cold
I’m pulled in two directions, 1 warrior with two souls
There’s A Reason
There’s a reason that I’m violent…
I wasn’t born this way, I conformed this way
It started back then, back when I was a slave
I was degraded, beaten and whipped
shackled next to my grandmother on a ship
We were forced to move our bowels and bladder while we walked
Sick to our stomach from the violation – the child penetration
Numb from the visual of their gashes and lacerations
They were only 9 and 10 years old, with such innocent faces
yet they still bled profusely from their intimate places
There’s a reason I have an attitude…
I was crammed aboard the wooden oven
I watched heatstroke slowly suck the life from my elders
reducing them to nothing
Splash!!! Splash!!! Splash!!!
I watched the deceased hurled overboard all too often
so many, that for weeks, sharks followed the floating coffin
They were lured
lured by our blood, sweat, and tears
Who knew that those bodies plummeting into the ocean
would cause a ripple effect for years
There’s a reason that my pain runs deep…
It ‘ s called the Maafa (Our Great Destruction)
when 280,000,000 of us died on the high seas
We were kidnapped from our sacred land and sold for cheap
We didn’t survive the Holocaust, we survived the Hellacaust
Yes, the Jews suffered, however, we suffered a much greater lose
In the Holocaust 6,000,000 Jews lost their lives during the war
During the Maafa we lost 274,000,000 more
Not to slight their tragedy, I’m simply acknowledging ours
Time does not mend all wounds, witness my unhealing scars
There’s a reason that I’m angry…
I was kidnapped and raised by a recessive savage
who ripped me from my roots and left irreparable damage
He raped my mother and sister every hour on the hour
while I just stood by cringing like a goddamn coward
How dare I ever fix my lips to call a Black Queen a bitch
By the way, that’s a word that I picked up from my enslaver
You bitch, you whore, he’d yell as he raped her
to make himself feel better when his inadequacies didn’t faze her
And though I watched my Grandmothers, Mothers, and Sisters
suffer in anguish
I still was asinine enough to pick up his language
I was foolish enough to imitate his malevolent ways
and so broken that I loved the same savage that made me a slave
There’s a reason that we’re self-hate prone
We have a fatal disease called the Willie Lynch Syndrome
• Date of Birth: 08/30/1985 (37 years old)
• Gender: Male
• Marital Status: Single
• Sexual Orientation: Straight
• Race: Black or African American
• Ethnicity: N/A
• Eye Color: Brown
• Hair Color: Black
• Height: 5 ft. 11 in.
• Body Type: Average
• Hometown: Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (USA)
• Spoken Languages: English
• Religion: N/A
• Astrological Sign: Virgo
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• Incarcerated Since: 2005
• Sentence Received: Life Without Parole
• Earliest Release: N/A