Every time I’m hit by u my tolerance goes up… and all I can say to u in my mind as I see u balling up ur fist for another blow is “pretty soon ur going break ur damn hand u bastard, so come on… hit me again!”…
The world…
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. View more posts
