Energy… A stream of raw, crazy, and very volatile emotions snake thier way through me when u find ur way into my thoughts. Mentally, I slam the door in ur face everytime u intrusively pay me a visit there. My fingernails leave painful red indentations in my palms from the unintentional balling of my fists. Every muscle in my upper body is flexed like cords of iron. My teeth clench. I breathe hard. My eyes stare through brick wall and don’t move, as I visualize things that would make strangers near by run in terror if they could see these visions of mine being played out before me. A smile… A nervous chuckle… The appearance of rare virtue… Charity… Prayer… Hard work.. Sobriety.. Abstinance… Solitude… My salvation… Maybe my enemy’s too… Idk… I don’t push because I don’t want to be pushed… I can’t afford the consequences. There’s someone who’s depending on me to be there when God opens up the door that’s seperating us. Someone who means more in value than the humbling of my foes through the reckless unleashing of what I feel or even myself… So this rage is caged… A black and red roaring tiger in chains.

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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