Black Poetry : Heroes Should Never Replace Your Dad

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  1. freddie419

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    Jan 22, 2017
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    Manchester, UK
    By Quassan Castro

    I wonder if you know the multi-colored rainbow
    festering inside in each line of my eyes, gave way to a
    choked charcoal colour

    as you gave birth to a new life with strangers
    who cries must have not been louder than the cries
    in our house of rancour

    An eerie silence followed your departure
    A silence only solitary confinement knows so well
    like gum knows the bottom of my Buster Browns

    A silence spoken to a burial ground where rat-infested caskets dwell

    Even with each purple cut
    down my bruised back
    drawn from your raging buckle,
    I still miss you today on 911-78
    my birthday

    I opened this card with shades of green and twists of awkward yellow hearts
    painted down the side
    wishing the signature was from dad
    it was from mom again
    She gives me hallmarks on my born day-
    A reminder that single moms rock, though really they are no more valued
    by extreme conservatives than lower poor class workers are valued
    by haughty elites

    Mom tried to convince me
    Jesus was my Father up until seven,
    I waited everyday for Jesus to step into the third floor of our cockroach-infested apartment
    I wanted Jesus to talk to me about the birds and the bees
    I wanted to ask Jesus why...
    Why we moved from city to city?
    Why I only had just enough to eat?
    Why Ma had to become mother and father all wrapped in one?
    Why my stomach cramped so bad from worry?
    Why when I needed my dad the most
    he was moonlighting with garden tools?

    He never showed up

    Fueled and charged like an angry bull, I collapsed myself into an orbit of melancholy because I needed you to love me
    like peanut butter loves jelly
    like salt loves pepper
    like milk loves chocolate
    like macaroni loves cheese
    like Dr. Huxtable loves Theo
    like white folks love Elvis
    like black folks love Aretha Franklin
    like Herman Munster loves Eddy
    like Ward loves Beaver
    like Biggie loved Tupac before the east coast west coast saga
    like platinum blonde hair loves Mary J.
    like Nicki Minaj loves Barbie
    love me
    like Zora loved Mule Bone so much
    she stole it
    like Baldwin loved his writing pen
    like Shakespeare loves couplets
    possibly like a father should love a son.

    You think I’m dramatic, right?
    You think I’m seeking material to pull from my life and your life, right?
    I’m lusting after sensationalism, perhaps
    Capitalizing off of your inner wayward ambition to be free from parenting
    Sleeping in my own blood barrel of egotism
    You think I’m attempting to vomit my own star persona
    Coughing up my inner actor
    onto this stage
    called life
    But Dad, I cry at night
    Humans with damaged souls hurt deeply
    As you look at my soul
    I want you to see me as a human being
    Not as a f/king check written in the amount of 35 dollars a week
    See daddies are supposed to be like a hero but heroes should never replace your dad

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