To me, beauty isn’t captured in a picture with a stiff model’s painfully almost perfect but pretentious pose… its in the imperfect perfection of an awkward but lovingly sincere smile caught unaware, while ur face’s muscles are freely following ur heart and not ur narcissistic ego… click! 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. View more posts
