My Maker doesn’t deal in lies… I learned that about him just living my life with my eyes open. If it were not for the heart crushing pain of loss, I wouldn’t have found. If I wasn’t made to need, I wouldn’t have asked and been able to receive. And now I have… not what most people search for… but more… I have a clear view at what’s really important here… something for so long neglected as I chased everything else…the point of my life… me.
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
