Dear Daddy,

I used to be your shadow, sometimes I really want those days back.

But I crossed the street and now I’m walking in the shade.

I crack up at the memories and as I get older I understand you more.

You aren’t a bad father; you just say more than you actually do.

Seems like everything just isn’t in your favor, and once you reach out something is always in your way.

She picked up the slack then and still does; a responsibility left for her to do alone.

Oh she fussed, but she never asked for anything.

A trait I inherited.

You don’t have therefore I don’t ask.

And to you the blue uniform and hat equals dollar signs.

You got comfortable knowing that Kenya was taken care of, but never stopped to think of the burden I’d become for others in your absence.

It’s never been about money, but when college came so did the bills, second jobs, and headaches.

Scholarships can get you but so far.

But you always say, “When I win the lottery I’m gonna...”

And I’ll be there waiting.

You taught me that my sexuality is gold and only the finest kings deserve it,

How to throw a punch and block at the same time,

And not to believe the yokey-doke from guys.

You wear many hats, including father.

I will still do things to make you proud.

I can hear you singing that song off-key, “You’re a Big Girl Nowww, No More Daddy’s Little Girlllll”

Hopefully you’ll read this one day,

Thank you for making me strong. Love you.