Obsession… Sliding down a slick pole into the darkness of a psychological abyss… She/He made a choice… It wasn’t u… If U can’t stand alone, there is no u… Remember the time before these people who left u… There was u… U had u… So Let them walk thier paths in peace… And u will find urs walking urs..
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. View more posts
