Many men like me… Spread out across this globe. U see me… But u don’t. U assume I want what most men want… Maybe I do… Deep down maybe I do… But this is what makes me different than the others who follow every feeling and impulse… I’m a fighter… A roaring warrior for the best interest of my own life and the health of this soul I’ve been given…u buckle for ur own reasons…give in… Offer me what u think I want. And I tell u no… I don’t tease… And I don’t plead… What I want and what I need are two different affairs… Abstinence can burn sometimes… But I’d rather feel the heat of loneliness than the torturous agony of the shame that comes from knowingly letting a stranger tear my heart into pieces…

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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