A warrior doesn’t always know his worth, position, or strength. In battle, chaos IS order… There’s no beauty in war, no handsome poses captured in time to be romanticized about. I’ll tell u all something real…it’s easy to say yes to pressure. To say F it and let who ur raging at have it. To say F it and go get a bottle, or just walk away from what wasn’t by it’s nature meant to be easy. Saying no tho… F’n No!!!… I’ll keep my hands and my words to myself. To say, to hell with that bottle, to that Blunt, that pipe, that easy woman, whatever, all these cheap hand outs to the escape of the real battle field of life, saying No! makes a true warrior. I forget that I’m one sometimes… But I am. Not because I can conquer u in a fight if u piss me off… But Because I don’t.

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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