A dancing flame she was when I was hers…Black Fox Woman… My dark angel…this I sometimes call her. No, Her ways I couldn’t tame, conquer, or even understand, but to this day she alone of all women unrelated to me by blood from my past still owns a home in this still beating heart of mine. A Muslimah of the Lakota people… A sister, a mother, a warrior, and a true visionary… Allah allowed us time… but like all terms, that time ended and we marched off down different roads in life, but ur name…it still falls off of my tongue in prayer. May he be with us both. The ones the world wrote off as psychos and completely hopeless but who are with divine help and favor holding the torch of faith in some of the darkest corners out here so that other addicts and have-nots can see and be guided home. Wherever u are tonight… 50,000 prayers sister…

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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