24, Stranded and Innocent
Vonell Shaw :
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605592;CCI; PO Box 900;
Portage, WI 53901
BD 1995
This man is struggling after a lifetime of abuse, to learn what friendship is. He has a keen mind and is trying hard to do his best but needs good roll models, for from his point of view it is hard to know which way is up. BD 1995
My name is Vonell Shaw. I am a 22 year old man from Kenosha,
WI born and raised .Growing up I had a very rough life. I went from home to home and I was never
stable ever! It hurt a lot. When I was a child my Mom went to prison for accessory
to murder! She left me all alone. She was never in my life until later. I never
knew who my Father was. I was raised by my grandmother until she passed away in
2005! I was homeless. I had nowhere to go at age 10. And no one to care or love
me. Ate out of garbage cans, slept on park benches and during the winter slept
in abandoned houses. I was lost and alone. Growing up I was abuse a lot by my
caregiver. I was beat with belts, cords , sticks and whatever was around for no
apparent reasons-just because my caregiver was unhappy. I moved back with my
mom after her prison stay. She became addicted to drugs and left me on the
streets after all that pain I endured before that. I cried every day, asking
why? I forgave her! My mom recently passed away! I do not have any family
members at all anymore! I’ve lost all contact with everyone I ever know. It
hurts a lot. I have a lot of tattoos to cover up that scars and marks I endured
during my painful life and abuse! I hurt deep inside everyday! I don’t show on
the 0utside. I’m a kind person. I make sure to put others before myself! I love
to help people,
I was wrongly convicted of crimes I d od not commit. I am a
young Black man and the judicial system used that in consideration to convict
me. I don’t personally judge anyone! I treat everyone the same and I seek help
from anyone. I am begging, please? No one understands the pain I go through now
everyday. I need someone who can write to me and hear my story. Someone who’s
willing to help> I beg with all my heart. Please. I have no outside support.
Affidavit of innocence:4 26 18
I was charged with crimes I did not commit, I sold drugs in exchange for stolen property.
The man that sold me drugs assaulted the victim. Because I was in possession of
the stolen property I was charged with his crimes. I’m 100% innocent .I was
excluded by the Wisconsin State Crimes Lab as to my DNA being found. However,
they found unknown male DNA at the victim’s residence. My attorney NEVER
submitted the DNA results into evidence. I was on surveillance camera at
another location , once the crime occurred. My attorney NEVER obtained the
surveillance video. The victim pointed me out in trial as the Black man she
remember but she sated the man DID NOT have any tattoos! I’ve had my neck, arms, hands tattoos years
before this crime occurred. I’m 100% innocent, I was wrongfully convicted. I
received 30 years in prisoner for crimes I’m innocent of . The police lied. The
prosecutor hid evidence. My attorney purposely sold me out. DNA does not lie.
There’s innocent people in prison, where DNA exonerated them , In my case, DNA
was another Man’s DNA. The police know but I still was found guilty. I’m
innocent. Can someone please help me? Please? I’m innocent and had nothing to
do with this crime.
Poems
Joy and Pain
My joy is laced with sorrows
On the underside of pain
And even though I wear a smile
It’s tainted by disdain.
This pain I taste is better-sweet
Like dreams of love that’s passed
And shedding tears of ecstasy
That never seem to last
THE FLOWER THAT GREW
FROM THE CONCRETE
Like a flower that grew from concrete
That blossomed in the city; nurtured by the hatred of
Violent streets; AND
poisoned by its mask of love or pity;
In cement he spread his roots; no stranger to Hunger, Thirst
And lack; survival of the fittest , and he followed suit.
NO hope of escape nor will to turn back; like a flower that grew
from cement. He was adorned with the tines and turns of the street and nothing
could move his soul to repent; though many things pushed him to scorn;
Now soon the flower caught society’s eye; when he began to stand
in their way; so they yanked him up-quick-left him to die, and demanded the
price he should pay;
Broke, damaged and wounded, he began to wilt, and what remained
of him was run by pain; but yet and still he felt free of all guilt; with no
feelings or sorrow or shame;
Until knowledge and truth rained down on this flower; and filled
him with a life- giving stream; releasing him at last from the street’s dark
power; and from all of its nightmarish dreams; and still he blooms til this
very day -thriving while striving against self defeat; bringing color to places
of slate –black and gray; the flower that grew from concrete.
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