See no evil, speak no evil, here no evil… For me, these three things aren’t so hard… Basically, just mind ur own I guess… What I feel tho…the ever changing winds of my ego? At times like a car, speeding down the highway with no lights on going the wrong way… A personal tale never to be elaborated on… My own affair. Unless I crash…there’d be no hiding that… But I Can’t let that happen… Have to mind the road till I get where I’m going. Gn

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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