Why I’m not going. Here’s a quick tale. Listen and learn guys because it’s true. I was in Stillwater prison close to getting out and I met a man. Native brother, won’t say his name but maybe u’ve heard. Anyway, he had to do almost forty years inside and he was barely just starting his March. Wanna know why?… A woman. The man had a pretty woman out here. Whatever she wanted he did his damnest to get so he could keep this pretty woman. Anything…to me, he wasnt the most handsome guy ud see who’d have a chance trapping a women who’s beauty was described but never actually seen by me, but what he was in for she must have been a very alluring temptress indeed and he must have provided her with something worth her time I’m guessing besides his looks or charm. Anyway, story goes she ran around… He knew it but could never prove it. If he could of just saw beyond having some prize at his side he’d still be out here today… Didn’t happen. I guess, finally catching her cheating by some means, she fabricated a horrendous tale. She had been raped she swore to him. Begging with tears in her eyes to believe her. Looking at this gorgeous but vulnerable creature pleading with him lit a fire in him. Now I forget how it was done but the man tracked the woman’s supposed violator down and put an end to him permanently. “Nobody gonna do that to my woman!” Well… I told u he ended up with me in there, here’s what’s chops my guts about it for real. While sitting in some cell for the long term behind this woman. Other inmates in the block were recieving mail from her. Prison romance letters… Promises of whatever when they got out. Damn… He had to hear these guys brag about the same girl he lost his freedom to over a harlot’s lie. She was still full of youthful fun, jokes, and vigor. I didn’t laugh like some did… No..I learned… And I left that man in there to his fate as I re-entered the world. Now I’m here. Surrounded by all types of possibilities that that man forfeited trying to tame and own something wilfull and wild. Yeah… I see what men see in u… I’m a guy, I see it in u too truthfully. But Pack’s far from stupid. There’s no catching a rainstorm in a cup… I’ll be damned if I even try… Peace

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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