She told me, “ Maybe it’s best u be alone right now.”… as much as the more foolish part of my soul wants to contest those words… i submit to the weight of their truth…yeah, I can’t get to where I’m going with anyone else… not right now… i don’t need the guilt for the hurt feelings of someone not understanding why I can’t slow down my present pace or lighten up and relax a bit… I don’t feel like falling in love…I just want my son back…the rest? I just can’t… I’ve tried… isn’t for me… so…image of a true loner…just some guy u see passing by… say hi… then leave him be… his mind’s elsewhere

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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