Oh, I know so many words for u… English… Arabic… Doesn’t really matter. Ur eyes and mine dancing with eachother from the opposite side of a crowded room on our wedding night need no verbal articulation of the name of what’s going on here between us. Male and female… Man and woman. Two wild roses tied together by thier thorny stems emenating from the same soil… And One shared pot. Yes, I’m rough…while Ur smooth… And although I may dominate u in physical strength under ur presumed feminine tenderness ur nature I could never break or conquer… We were made for this natural pull towards eachother we’re feeling… How can it be faught against or denied… When we can’t stop staring at eachother?…

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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