Woof!

Where’s the rebellious f-the world joker in u when ur running to live? Me and my then partner got into a shoot out (in some city) with an LA Crip. We had robbed him earlier in the day, and after him and his partner jumped my partner later in the day, all of us scoured the city looking for each other. All I’ll say is he found us first. My partner seeing too many ppl around told him to kick rocks but instead, The Crip grabbed his pistol off his truck seat and busted, BooM! BooM!BooM! My partner screamed and fell. My pistol wasn’t on me so what could I do but run or die, so I fkn ran! He jumped in his trucked and was right behind me smashing down on the gas and hanging out the window trying to blow noodles out of my head! I ducked, I dodged , “God wtf!!!”… street thugs smoke and drink too much… way too dang much. All that tough guy in the mirror stuff means nothing when u gotta move and be quick. Heart pounding, lungs fkn burning, mind scrambling, oh and the most sincere prayers ever spoken or felt. “lord please help me!…please!” Lol wow right? Lbs somehow I escaped the bullets and getting ran over but that’s only because I jumped in a dark yard and hid in a damned dog house like I was a dog. All my “ yeah, Blood! Blah blah blah meant bullshit as I sat cramped in that smelly little mutt house praying my enemy just gives up and finally flees. Did he Finally leave? Well, he did… and Pack lived…so did my then partner too. He didn’t get shot like I thought but the bullet from the Crip’s gun hit the brick wall and sprayed chips in my then-friend’s face. Yeah… what’s real in this world?… my fkn heart…my mind… and my soul…. oh, and the pain I have in all of them… memories!

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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