Daddy Was Racist
Daddy said that our white color.
Should never mix with any other.
He said they were dirty, worthless trash.
I am expecting and the father is black.
Too scared to tell daddy what I have done.
All I can think was keep going just run!
Thru rumors in town, he eventually found out.
He didn't want me or his grandchild
Months came and passed by in a flash.
My son was born and I named him after my dad.
I went home with my precious son.
This new life for us, just begun.
A knock at the door, late who could it be?
It was daddy crying, saying I'm sorry.
Can I hold my only grandson.
After all he is my flesh n blood.
He may have darker skin than me but..
all babies are gifts from up above.
Copyright © Chelci Biggs | Year Posted 2018
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