Thing about the devil is, it isn’t like what ppl say about him…that he has the authority to destroy ur soul… nah, by whispers to ur own ego, he beautifies for u the destroying of ur own soul by u… isn’t my pain tragically beautiful? Won’t my ending be a romantic, dramatized, and meaningful end? Martyr of the world… it’s all bullshit my friends… failure’s failure… and loss is loss… and once u truly fail and lose… there’s no coming back.

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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