Truth… my truth isn’t ur truth…my reality isn’t urs either… one of my favorite sayings to myself as I go through the hell of one of my days is, “The difference between night and day Pack!” I’ve come to terms with me accepting me for me awhile back… and I apologize for me being me to nobody, unless I was acting and putting on some bloody show, or I intentionally hurt u in a spell of arrogance, which I do have at times. But My feelings are my feelings… and although I may not share the realest ones with everybody, I own them all!… I’m no angel!… but I’m no bloody devil either!… I’m a Man!… respect it or let me be… because believe me, I’ve proven so many times in my own life, in situations ppl lie about in bars and house parties trying to sound street, that the excuses I hear so many ppl hiding behind can be pick up and tossed to the side like trash if only they had the guts and self belief to just do it…the rest I see is a bunch of lies that far from impresses me… PR… I’m out

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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