Yeah… me. Mukhtalif minal jamaa’ah laakin Ana minhum! Different from the crowd but still from them… a good guy, a bad guy, a rebel who stays within some lines but crosses others. A Mad black and ojibwe Muslim poet who’s heart is constantly on fire… longing to see my son smiling at me… longing to teach him his birth right… I say it in ojibwe… the language Allah or gitchii manidoo ( because to me they are the same)gave my ancestors, Miskwa-Migwan… Redfeather! Reesha Haamraa’ in Arabic…yeah, I’m angry… I’m just that way I guess… but I still wish u peace ppl…

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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