Well, I asked to be left alone… I got what I asked for… so, here I am… here I am… a turned on flash light buried in the dirt… a brilliant light no one sees…
Well, I asked to be left alone… I got what I asked for… so, here I am… here I am… a turned on flash light buried in the dirt… a brilliant light no one sees…
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. View more posts