And yet again in my life like an arrow, my heart’s following my eyes towards a Target in the guise of another human heart…can I shoot straight and hit center with these unsure, nervous, and trembling hands though?… well… only one way to find out…with squinted, yet seeing and focused eyes, and all the faith, desire,and determination I have In me, I release my arrow towards my destiny. Hit or miss… please God!… guide my aim…let me shoot straight this time..
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
