Daddy. ...Who Are You?

I live in America,
My children live here too,..
As they grow
And recognize
They ask me,.....
"Daddy. ...who are you?"

And I explain,...

Through tears of joy,..
And through endless pain,..

I say....

My dad was brown, my mom was light...
His dad was light,... Her dad was white,...
Her mom was Indian and black,
I do not know what tribe,...

I tell them millions suffer,..
And die each day..

Because of hate and greed,..

And for reasons I can not describe.

I live in America,
My children live here too....
As they grow and recognize
They ask me,.....
"Daddy. ...who are you?"

Then I say,...

I am you

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