What does my faith have to do with my blood? My blood with my skin color?… my whole life I’ve been different from the rest… a mystical minded loner with the kindest but fakest and saddest of smiles, a gentleman criminal… a suicidal psychopath with a fear of God’s fire, even as I smashed on the gas to speed towards it screaming,” I’m sorry lord, I can’t help myself, Forgive me!!!”… no, I don’t care about ur judgements… I can’t… not when my ways are the only thing keeping me still free and still alive out here. In my world, 1 plus 1 can equal whatever I say it does… I live in my own world… one red feather blowing in life’s wind from a bird that flew away long ago… Me not u… mine not urs…

Published by Pack Redfeather

I am a walking contradiction of traditions some say. An African American and Native American Muslim poet with a personal life history as violently turbulent as a Storm. A visionary from the bottom of life’s social barrel striving to share the hope found in the light of faith through sometimes dark but real poetry. I’m a former member of the Bloods street gang, former serial bank robber, and both federal/state prison convict. I live on my mother’s tribal reservation of the Leech Lake band of Ojibwe in Minnesota.

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