The smile…

Apart from all the fine choice of words and the well scripted wit of a storyteller, all I really have of sincerity is the smile I have for a passing stranger of the lower ranks of people I encounter day to day. Real people. It’s only an attempt at genuine kindness for the one that I see who may be hurting as much as I am or even worse, that alone probably keeps me sometimes from swinging from an old rope in some dark basement all alone; defeated by the world. Someone somewhere might just need the friendliness of one of those smiles to keep from doing the to themselves, what I would sadly but almost assuredly do to myself if it weren’t for those smiles… and for me that’s enough…. it’s has to be…50/50

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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