What’s sad… grown men who never learned to honor their own images. When I look at u I’m not looking for a challenge. U don’t have to prove ur manhood to me at all by raising ur voice, using the toughest street phrases, and poking ur chest out. I see u for what u are… the whole show u feel compelled to put on just says ur not secure at all in ur manhood. I don’t need to mug u… I can speak in the same accent to u I speak to my own mother In. I can smile. I can relax and listen without being as tense as a first time adult film star in front of a camera! Lol ick see, relax…there’s nothing at stake for u just being u… so be u!…

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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