Although I’m a man, and have proven to be exceptionally strong, I’m not above breaking down. Tearing up and Crying to God. Roaring alone in my room or truck in anger. Punching walls. Cursing others, my life, or my lot in this world. Being petty. Selfishly covering many women. Wanting to relapse. Judging others in harsh piety, when I myself hate being judged. Being annoyed over other’s innocent mistakes or different personalities. Doubting myself, my claims, or my own word at times… or etc etc etc. looking back…I was never really allowed to be me. I was either an uneducated teacher, a weak tough guy, or a very lonely supposed lady’s man. Yeah, I’ve done some things ppl… some very good, some very bad, and some very completely nut-case type of things… but unlike most of the masses I encounter or pass everyday on and off of here… I can say, like it or hate it I’m really being me today. Not who u want or think I should be, but me…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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