When I’m wrong I’m wrong…the words of men mean very little too me… very little comfort… but this…what this scene u’ve brought into existence says to my saddened heart is enough to let me know that no, I’m not innocent… but neither am I done learning yet either… Thank u… I’m ready to try again.
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. View more posts
