Why do I forget that when angry and I call u stupid that in fact I’m more entrenched in stupidity then u ever were because I actually believe that my way should be urs as well? As if I myself were not riddled with many visible holes all throughout my personailty and disposition. God sees what u don’t about me… What I fight so desperately to hide from the eyes of others. For the most part unseen, but still present under the many wraps of my publicly presented demeanor. He also sees what my own inner arrogance blinds me concerning when I stand in front of a mirror and view my own image… Sometimes In vanity I smile at what I see, and other times the awakening knowledge of what’s truely beneath breaks me into tears…

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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