The beauty of “bad” that I am… 50/50

Take their criticism and throw it in the hell-fire… where were they when u hit rock bottom and lay alone bleeding and puking on a dirty floor out of ur bloody mind? I have the fkn right to feel!… my thoughts may run wild at times and my words may make u take a couple steps back just out of caution, but I’m trying to come straight. My kind of crazy feels no joy hurting others… it anguishes within me over every time that I did or do! Burning to do better but walking around with 5 or 6 felonies, blade wounds all over my body from fights and self mutilation, and blood tattoos visible to a forever judging world. I’ve been called a piece of shit… in this fk’d up world if that really even means anything than I guess that’s what I am… a piece of shit that would give u his last whatever just b-fkn-kuz… Peace! 50/50

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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