What does one do when he desires heaven in his heart, but walks instead on a road headed assuredly onward towards true hell?… With a pistol in his waist band, a burning cigarette hanging from his lips, and his lord’s neglected holy book tucked away safely in his backpack as he heads knowingly forward towards the intensely heated final destination of his long long journey unto recompense…
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
