All u see… Just a surreal blur… Not the man that I am… Not what I offer… Unless it suits ur pursuits…I guess this is my state too though…because What u offer I’ve already had… And It profited me nothing when it was taken away… As the delusional views of what truely holds real value here in life will be snatched away from those who take more than they give. And Who’s hands are too clean in thier own minds to reach out to the ones who’s hands are still caked in the dirt of thier life’s luck. Ick get away!… Low life!… Loser!… What if God used these very words to us?… Not one soul would enter his garden… Although many know he’s there, thier real god they can see with thier own eyes…they see him everytime they look in the mirror… Delusional self- concieted arrogance. As if they made thier own handsome or beautiful faces…thier rights and feelings supercede those of others because theyve set the price on thier own worth. I’m better than u!… My life’s more important!.. The attainment of my dreams are my birth right! My children are angels and urs poor beasts!… Subhaanallah! Yes. Nothing to focus on, Pack’s face is just a blur…and his words… Delusional…right?
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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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