Symbols… When u look at me or read my words what do u feel?…Apprehension? Hate? Jealousy?… Look around u at the disfunction of where u live. Drug abuse. Alcohol addiction. Adultery. Lying and cheating. Homelessness. Hopeleness. People living and believing for and in nothing but themselves and every new whim that passes thier mind. The only reason I speak is so that some might mind something within themselves that inspire them to throw away what has no true benefit to themselves or anyone else who shares this world with them. Arrogance. Yes, I am a Muslim. But I am not ur enemy. I don’t want to hurt or convert u. I help myself by helping u. This is the way of my faith. To give…and To forgive… Many throw Stones at me…but this u don’t know… Everytime I’m cut and with every bruise i obtain on this road I’m being blessed, because in my Lord’s remembrance I don’t throw the Stones back. What is the reward of good but good. Peace.

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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