We’d lay head to head laughing and looking up at the ceiling together in the dark, pretending it was the star-filled endless canopy of our wonderful universe. Two rebelling and scholarly hearts with the minds of two heretical mad poets deciphering the mysteries of life and love as we laced fingers, kissed, and then jumped into each other’s wild oceans to drown together before passing on into separated dreams although we lay in the same bed… yeah, even in the sadness of this faded memory of a time long ago I smile… it’s my memory of us…
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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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