Redfeather! Did u forget what U urself asked for?… prayed for?… begged for?… yeah, people…how smoothly day turns into night… understanding into ingnorance… remembrance into forgetfulness and observance into heedlessness. I read some wise words from the pen of an old world Muslim scholar recently. He said, “I argued with the unknowing and they easily defeated me… I argued with learned men and defeated them everytime!” I can’t hate u in spite for rejecting me… I can’t. As soon as my foot steps on that road going south, I’ve forfeited any of my hopes for the heavenly inheritance I long for. Such kinds of self-serving hate are horses bridled only for a trip which leads ultimately to God’s prison, created solely for the knowingly rebellious from among the children of Adam. I know I guess only what I see… and what I see is a world committed to stepping on each others faces in order to ascend to whatever fake-fantasy destiny of sex, love, career success, or temporal worldly personality they strive to fit into here. It’s heart breaking because it’s so dang petty and even more so because I’m constantly a part of the problem too. Like a sweaty and red-faced Soap box doomsday preacher roaring about temptation and hell-fire but really burning to roll in the hay with half the world’s female population just because they’re there…smh… insane yes, but also very true. I asked to be prevented from destroying myself even if I chose to do so… this is what I asked my Allah. Stay my impulsive hands from shedding any more blood, from taking what I didn’t earn, and from touching who I did not commit myself too. My ways are ancient… yeah… but they’re all I got left… not only that, I really believe these things matter to my Creator. No, I don’t put out tobacco… or worship Christ… although I honor those who do. This right of choice I have is the only gift I’ve been given that I’ve found cannot be taken away by any force on this Earth except myself! if I so will by his permission a Muslim will say. And I respect this same right all of u have too. No, I’m not taught to hate u people… I’m taught to pity and pray for u… because I myself need pity too sometimes and to be prayed for, because just like everyone else, I was created weak, in need, and incomplete… I’m just as vulnerable as u all are in this very questionable and unstable world. Pack Redfeather

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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