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Dear Father


 
father,
I was gonna read you this letter,
But I don't want to anymore I'll rather read from my heart
father,
The only father that's been there for this family
The only father that I've known 
 I gotta tell you something 
I ain't about to sugarcoat this either 
I gotta be real with you  
 because time are changing 
changing back into 1909 
I'm afraid to tell You that 
What you though of this amazing melting pot, the place we came to run away from our poverty, is also the place that might take you from them, her, me 
This frightens me because your sons might loose you at the ages of 10 and 2 
 
Father your the one thing my brothers might not see within the next few year, months, maybe days 
where will you be when your sons 5 ?
Will you be here or what we use to call home a decade ago?
I wouldn't call it home anymore...
I remember the stories you told me on how we struggled back then 
Father you know your sons they'll be in tears down on their knees if you end up disappearing like a ghost 
But you know you ain't a ghost 
And I don't want to see you disappear like one either...
This ain't no joke
This is real life
I pray for you sometimes 
I pray and pray to this God I gave up on a long time ago that you won't end up getting taken 
 
Dad these days are different 
More chaos and hatred 
It's more of a struggle now then it use to be 
I'm reminiscing those days that it wasn't this hard
Those more simpler days 
That all it took was my ABC's to understand 
That we were accepted no matter who we were 
Where it didn't take much to understand this world 
 
Dear father,
The only father that's been there these last 17 years
You told me I'm not a boy anymore 
That I gotta mature faster 
But I don't want the burden of telling your sons why you left 
And I don't want the burden of telling them why they have to see you only through a camera screen 
Dad I know we aren't the first you left 
I know the story of my half-sister and how you left her for us
I don't want you to leave us 
I'm not ready for that 
If this is the last time I ever seen you
I just want to let you know what you mean to me and what you done for me
 
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