I guess when u’ve had enough, u don’t wait for any green lights to flash before u take off from where u’ve been stuck or waiting. Its like a possession of pure power where u just say “ Man, ta hell with this!” U switch gears from park to drive, smash ur foot on the the accelerator and u explode forward to whatever end as long as it’s not the one U’ve been sitting in going nuts over for so long. I was so afraid to leave the world I knew… but I’ve come to know something people… I wasn’t meant to continue living or die like many do or are going to do. In a state of stasis and procrastination. Putting all their money on tomorrow being the day their luck or their resolve to do what they know they need to do is going to show up and inspire them to move. Nah, The war horn is being blown now. I stand in rank and file with no want of running or fleeing to the back from what’s up ahead. There are few men like me… believers in the pen and divine decree, yes… but also in the commands given to us to “act!.. move!.. work! And do!”… so, if u hate me for this new found freedom i have I pity u…i do… because while u have the same metaphorical legs like I do, meaning a will to move u forward, u refuse to use them. Stay in the same spot where ur at then and hope in ur foolish notions of maybe, luck, and blind chance changing ur lot… I am a soldier attracted only to proving my maker right in that what he said I can do, I really can do, if he allows… so, Oh my Allah! Other than with whom I have no purpose, plan, or power!… I set my face in what I’ve perceived to be ur direction… and I’ve abandoned to the fire all those things that kept me a self-imprisoned denizen of a very dismal yesterday… I’ve heard the call “ go forward and advance!”… and that’s exactly what I intend to do… no retreat… no surrender!

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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