I understand it now… yeah, I see it all very clearly… it’s not u… it’s not even me for real for real… it’s what I’ve committed myself to… where I’m determined to get to… if I choose to get off my path and approach u… and if u hear me out and ultimately decide yes, and take me with u…ull lead me away from my goal… I can’t have that… not that ur some evil temptation worthy of 50 thousand curses to a pit of hell-fire… nah, ur good. I see u… my eyes find u beautiful… maybe on the inside u shine too in many ways… but my road’s going a different way….and I gotta keep going with it…so…with a quick glance, I look at u and sadly smile…then I turn back to the way I’ve been walking…mumbling and shaking my head.

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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