Yeah, as a kid I was afraid of the dark… hiding under the blanket or running out of the room because of every thump or shadow. Until one night I went into my bedroom and slammed the door shut, then flicked off the light switch. My heart started pounding, my eye brows went down, and my fists curled into little balls… then I screamed wildly, went forward, and started swinging into the empty darkness of my room… “Hey u!…I’m here! So come get me mf!” I roared in my little kid’s voice. See Pack!…Nothing there! Nothing!… This is who I am now… challenging every thump and moving shadow…my fears no longer cause me to flee, but to motivate and move me forward!

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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