While the city burned, the devil peered down from the roof of its tallest tower twisting together his greedy palms and he smiled… the smile turned into a snicker, the snicker into a mad cackle of riotous laughter… yes, as the smoke from below rose amongst the terrified and confusing screams of the people of the doomed city, the beast howled in absolute joy… burn baby burn…
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
