Truth?… Oh, Woman of the world!… In order to have u… I’d have to abandon me. Question… are u more important than me to me?… answer… how can u be, when the only dang thing I really know about u is what u look like and possibly ur name?… I don’t know u! …And even if I did throw me away for u it’s not promised u’d stay… but only that u’ll eventually leave as all of us eventually do… truth… so, that I have me matters more than me having u… for what good is having another… if u don’t even have urself. Think about it!…PR

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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