What makes me stop myself is that u seen this whole thing coming…u heard my prayers and had decided upon their answers long before the beginning of my life and even the world. The anger I feel…justified?… if it were, than the execution of urs against me because of my own transgressions would have been completely justified too… I have hurt others even as these people have hurt me. So if I’m to hope for ur mercy than I know what I must do… swollow the burning heat of my desire for vengeance and have mercy on them… I do that by letting go… and just letting them be… unballing my fists, turning around, and just walking away…

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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