Sorry Daddy

This poem was written a year or so ago during a time when I felt confronted, cornered, and trapped by the differences between myself and the me my family wanted me to be. It was written at a time when Barack Obama was just Hillary's black opponent.

I’m sorry Daddy

that I believe in more

than you ever thought could

be possible…with your

back turned to the change

that’s inevitable…

It’s hard for you to accept, I know.

But there’s a revolution coming…

a new world of change.

Just think…oh wait- you might stroke out…

what with those loose cannons

about…talking of things like

negroes in office, legalization,

and an end to war.

But Daddy, aren’t some of

your friends colored?

Oh, it’s different I see…well…sure.

Daddy, what’s that smell? Skunk?

I could have sworn I saw a joint in your hand…

Oh wait, no that was years ago…or was it?

Hey Daddy, tell me about the time

you served? Oh I forgot…

you were lucky and didn’t see action…

my mistake. My mistake indeed…

What’s that Daddy?

You’re back’s hurting again?

Must be all that pressure to fit in…

It’ll do you in every time…

Oh and speaking of time,

I’ve gotta run…no I’m much too busy

for a lecture today…

Oh haven’t you heard?

I’ve been liberated.

I’m allowed to think for myself…

and I plan to.

You should try it sometime.

I hear it’s quite like getting high…

 

Reviews

[Kayla]

Dont worry hun I know what you are trying to say with this. I got to read those emails, and I think that you should be proud in standing up for what you believe in instead of hiding in your parent's shadows-like so many do. I won't comment so much on the poem itself, but that you got your feelings out in a positive, constructive way. Anyways, today is a new day (with the inaugaration) and all I have to say is thank the f*****g gods Bush is out of office. Kudos