Conversations with my father
Why couldn't you love me?
Baby girl, I didn't love myself.
That's no excuse. I was your daughter.
What can an old man say?
I'm sorry I couldn't be
the daddy you wanted.
I didn't ask for much.
Just no way to win
Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
I don't want to hear any more of your excuses.
You're a liar. And a cheat. I hate you.
if you understood
anything about being a black man
in this country,
you might not see me
as the big, bad, wicked man
you think I am.
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