I had a woman who complained, “ jeez, I’m ur woman!…pay attention to me and let ur momma be!” That lady’s long gone… but my beautiful doorway here is still making me dinner, praying for me, and giving me hugs when I want to break down.” At ur mother’s feet lies paradise Muslims are told… well I see the flowers in the garden Mom, love u!…
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. View more posts
