Truth…In the fighting, I lose sight a lot of why I’m even trying to crush who’s against me… I’m just focused on being the last one standing at the end… Whether I’m right or wrong disappears in all the swinging, growling, and bleeding. God forgive me if I’m wrong, but losing’s losing… I don’t want to lose! And I’ll be damned if I just lay down like a lamb and be eaten by a lion when I’m more like a lion at heart myself! 50/50
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
