Once u turn ur back on me… Even within the confines and privacy of my own mind is the mentioning of ur name by myself and to myself forbidden. Ur in a deeply buried grave forever forgotten with no headstone. Just laying under the surface of my conciousness lifeless and silent. Not being cold to u but real to me…it’s how I survive social trauma and manage my ability to press forward… Remember that. So don’t be dead be alive… And Treat me how I treat u…like u matter. Pack Redfeather gn

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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