To the beast within…. I see ur poisonous and treacherous soul every time I stare at my own face and eyes in this dirty mirror of false immortality that hangs before me in this dark and lonely room…so listen up, because I’ve never been more serious in all my torture-filled life… I declare war on ur leeching ass, kuz the fkn party’s been over Blood!… So now, either u die… or I do!… 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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