It’s starts with confession… Not to a man… Not to a woman.. And before even bringing it to God we must confess our wrongs to our ownselves… To Own what’s inside… Own it! Yes, I felt this.. Yes, I said this… Yes, I did this. Me!… I did! Our excuses are the walls to the cells that we’re prisoners of. Knock them down! Knock them all down!…
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
