Who I am… I ran into a bank before the sun set… in my youth… years ago. I had a black mask, a loaded gun, and a backpack. There were two tills opened. One stationed by a woman, the other by an old man. The old man had his back turned… the woman had her head down as she was tending to some business of hers on her machine. I rushed to the man’s till. “Turn around!” I roared!… in shock and fear he did… quickly. Upon seeing my raised fire arm to his head he gave such a terrified scream that the lady next to him suddenly became aware of the situation and screamed too. Then the old man fell down…. fainting out out sheer panic. In my adrenaline fueled mania I disregarded that poor old man who was probably somebody’s grandfather and turned to the woman who still stood there staring at me with her mouth agape shaking. “ fill up the bag, now!”… she did, and I fled…. yeah, 20 years later I look into the mirror and see the same face that was under that black face mask. I’ve done many things like this… some worse…but here I am… alive… free… shit… the old man… they told me when I was eventually caught for that what had happened to him… I can’t remember… but my face… my heart… one’s the same pretty much, just a little older… the other is totally different… I beg my lord to see this…to know I’m sorry… so as hard as my life is without my own son… how hard it must of been when multiple times, I almost took both men and women, young and old away from their own loved ones in my drug and booze filled young and reckless rage…u just don’t know… but I do… and so does God… Pack Redfeather

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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