How easy it is to forget what we should know already. My memories hurt me sometimes… But I’m glad they’re there. U may not look like the person who hurt me in the past… But u speak the same words they did… Make the same promises. Regardless of how old u are we are all new here. This world is ancient. The generations that have passed through this experience called life only God can count. There’s nothing new u can say or do here. It’s been done already… So many times, Over and over again. This is human life. And the majority of people u meet care nothing of what happened yesterday with it’s obvious lessons. Thier faces are only forward and they are following thier dreams and feelings totally heedless of how many have followed this same road and fell into a pit to perish because they disregarded the lesson of the one who fell before. Totally forgot about that hole because they were distracted by what they were headed towards. Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow… Let me tell u something, we can’t help but to be human. Within one day how many feelings, thoughts, and fantasies do u have? Hopes, anxieties, worries? There are no completely pure people here. Completely sane, or rational human beings. The world lies… We’re grown… We know that. But sometimes lies entertain. I’ve heard many people out right tell tales and I couldn’t walk away… I just had to hear. Smiling and laughing and pretending I had no clue they were blowing hot air. I even went with these people on errands and missions I knew would end up nowhere. I just needed the companionship. Something to do or be involved in. I knew better.. I could say I’m no fool., say that I’m smart, but I’m like most I look back and see now. Following the tradition of the whole planet and those who live on it… Needing to be entertained… F consequence… Make me laugh! Make me feel good!

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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