Do u yell at ur children when they’re learning to tie thier shoes?… Then how can I Foster anger at certain comments on here that only reflect the limit of some people’s own self worth? They don’t know more than what they know. How can they? They’ve lived years and years within themselves and have never wandered through the houses of thier own souls and unlocked it’s many doors to discover more than what they’ve known about themselves and thier own potentials. How can I blame u for being u?… But I feel sadness for u. Are u not tired of sitting in the same dark and messy room u’ve always been in. Get up! Other doors can be opened… U have the keys! Or are u afraid of what u might find within ur own house?…

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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