My White Daughter
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A Poem From my latest book..MCI Publishing, Canada
My White Daughter
They play like sisters
Quy-Imah has braids
And is of a darker hue
Kayla has blonde hair
And eyes of Blue
In the back seat of my car they play
Martin Luther King’s dream
Just two feet away
Quy-Imah says, Hi Daddy
Kayla copies, Hi Daddy
(They both giggle)
I try to ignore their childish musings
Sisters by their own choosing
No one could could convince them
That they were any different
Then the pessimism in my mind
Start
to
Catalog
If they ever were to go missing
My White Daughter
Would get the FBI, Helicopters
And a hundred canines
My Black daughter
Would be lucky to get a single dog
Copyright © Michael Ellis | Year Posted 2016
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