A friend just sent this image to me… it’s been many many years… but it’s me… I believe I was in a federal halfway house in mpls when this was taken.. everyone called me Pack man in those days. Foolishness was my way then…in and out of lock up… no use at all to my family, friends, or even to myself… yeah, that Blood bandanna put me through a lot more pain than pleasure believe me … but it also helped bring me here to where I am now though. But I don’t need a flag to show and prove to u that I’m a soldier now. The outcome of my choices now days speak louder than the red ever did for me. No disrespect just facts. Shouts out to all the men out there fighting to be men…Gn and one love… Pack Redfeather
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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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