Yeah, if I neglect what I deep down already know, of course this situation will crush me. I’m nobody’s boy!…nobody’s toy either. There’s a big difference between politicking and placating which basically means kissing $&@… survival…growing up means actually stopping and waiting at the red light until it turns green. Get mad, slam ur foot down on the excelerator and take off like a wraith if u want to, but u and I both know when ur little fiery attitude ‘s over u probably won’t be driving again or even still free for a little minute. Patience is just sitting there waiting for the cow to cross the road…honk, curse, shout…what’s it going to do or help? Just sit back…chill…and wait for the cow…u’ll be on ur way again forward very soon…

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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