I was young, I thought I wanted her. She pushed me away to be kind… I’m sorry she said… u don’t know what ur looking at. I’m not pulling u into my living hell. No worries though, ur pretty cool and handsome. U’ll find someone eventually… she’s going to be a very lucky girl!…years later, here I travel with a mind and conscience as shattered as this mirror, telling any and every woman that passes with even the slightest interest in me the same thing…my kindness…my mercy… I’m sorry but no…u don’t know what ur looking at..
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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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