Me looking at u… U looking at him… Hmmm… What’s wrong with me I wonder… He steals… I replace…he lies… I tell u idk but I’ll find out… My mother and sister are the only women who call me handsome so I’m lost there… I’m told the reward of good is good…but I’m also told not to judge…so am I really being protected i wonder by ur lack of interest in a man who could make u smile instead of making u cry?… The road I chose lol…so many mysteries…

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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