Will I ever find u… the one who fits inside this hungry and empty heart of mine? Many I’ve tried to force within its cavity’s walls out of complete desperation, only to take the naturally beautiful way they were originally formed and crush them in by way of compulsion into misshapen masses totally devoid of any of what I had initially took to be sincerely attractive to me. The unsteady hands of my eagerness are unthinking…but how they do want what they want without even always knowing why! They reach and grab, push, pull, place, and throw all that might fill my desire’s ravenous and empty hole.

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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