For me the line between a little boy and a grown man is clear… just knowing the path and talking about it all the time vs actually walking on it diligently without having to say a word about it… Not one word! PR
For me the line between a little boy and a grown man is clear… just knowing the path and talking about it all the time vs actually walking on it diligently without having to say a word about it… Not one word! PR
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