One of the deepest statements as a youth I heard that stayed with me and helped me was this… “To conquer death… U only have to die.”… Literally or metaphorically it’s true. At times because of external pressures I feel like I’d be better off in the great void of nothingness we assume at such times is there behind death. Then I think, if my Maker really is all wise, then I’m still animate and breathing for a reason. If he truely controls who lives or dies and I was meant to be dead then I’d already be dead. I’m sure I would be.The life I lived?. So For now I’m to live.. Live until I really do die. And oh, the good I’ll try my best to do while still here… To say thank u… Regardless of the pain I feel living. So Here!.. Here u go!… I don’t need ur thanks. God bless u… Then I’m gone…

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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