A good man?… a bad man?… I’d be the biggest of fools and hypocrites to even try to answer that… even to myself. All I know is I’m here oh my Maker! A man who walks through much earthly emotional hell-fire to do what he says he’ll do…I’ve left them all alive and unharmed because u told me to… even though u know what’s in me… My lord, I’m despised by these sick ppl… I’m judged by clowns… and threatened by weak twigs that talk too much… So let my restraint count for something! I don’t know my value here on this hill holding ur banner… those who even know it’s meaning are too far away to see it… and besides keeping me breathing, what does my isolation benefit me? I don’t believe In hermitry… for if we were truly meant to be alone, then why’d u make so many of us, and put a need in us for each other? Direct me to my place then… because I don’t know if I can stand here alone much longer… with no one but my own demons for company…

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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