It’s not that I don’t care… i do…I’m just once again confused by a lot of personal matters many would call trivial … and there’s no one who can set me straight…not one person… so…looks like I’m back to waiting in the dark again… until another light’s turned on. It’s alright though… I lost my fear of the dark living in it for so long…and although it’s really really quiet… I know I’m not alone in here… Allah’s with me…

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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