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
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