I’ve been called many things… Ugly… Beautiful… Wise and scholarly… Petty and ignorant… True… False… Composed…Psycho lol…. This Ramadan ive come to terms with some things I’ve always been spun out about ” no not on meth” lol… Who the heck are u Pack?… What direction are u truthfully facing ur spirit? I hate being alone… But it’s been the greatest medicine I’ve ever known. I have no hang out buddies. No ladies I go see. No hands in my face waving me back the way I’ve already come. I have me… for all u who’ve known me… Whether I used u or took from u.. Or smiled at u and handed u something… I’m just following my road…I’m no “one” thing or type. I’m me!… One red feather blowing in the wind of God’s will… He alone knows where I’ll eventually land.

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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