And… yet another one of my heart’s citizen dwellers rushes off into the darkness of Meth’s deathly seductive call perhaps never to be seen by me again… fkn tired of drugs man! What is it?… my story! My words! My prayers!… my own medicine, yes! But they seem to be of no effect to the ones I’m directing them to! The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak… right? Besides God and grit I don’t know how I’m fkn sober…i wish I had a secret cure…I’d put it in the world water supply… I don’t tho.. it’s on u… on u to make the choice…goodbye Toki

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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