I hear u…

In my mind I hear these words… ” is there anyone who sees?.. Is there no one amongst u who hears? Will u not ask of me so I can give?”.. I know I may look crazy as people watch my lips move speaking to no one u can see but I say.. ” yes, I see…and Yes, I can hear u… And I’m asking u… even though I can barely stop myself from messing up all the time, Please… stay with me”..

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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