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Knock Knock
Daniel Beatty
As a boy, I shared a game with my father
Played it every morning till I was three.He wo ld knock knock on my door,
And I!d "retend to be aslee" till he got right ne#t to the bed.
$hen I wo ld get " and % m" into his arms.
&'ood morning, Pa"a.(
And my Pa"a, he wo ld tell me that he loved me.
)e shared a game,
Knock knock,
*ntil that day when the knock never came,
And my +ama takes me on a ride "ast cornfields
on this never ending highway
$ill we reach a "lace of high r sty gates.
A conf sed little boy,
I enter the b ilding carried in my +ama!s arms.
Knock knock.
)e reach a room of windows and brown faces.
Behind one of the windows sits my father.I % m" o t of my +ama!s arms and r n %oyo sly towards my Pa"a!s,
-nly to be confronted by this window.
I knock knock trying to break thro gh the glass,
$rying to get to my father.
I knock knock as my +ama " lls me away
Before my Pa"a even says a word.
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And for years, he has never said a word.
And so, / years later, I write these words
0or the little boy in me who still awaits his Pa"a!s knock.
&Pa"a, come home, 1ca se I miss yo .I miss yo waking me " in the morning and telling me yo love me.
Pa"a, come home, 1ca se there!s things I don!t know,
And I tho ght maybe yo co ld teach me
How to shave,
How to dribble a ball,
How to talk to a lady,
How to walk like a man.
Pa"a, come home, 1ca se I decided awhile back
I want to be % st like yo , b t I!m forgetting who yo are.(
And / years later, a little boy cries.
And so I write these words and try to heal
And try to father myself.
And I dream " a father
)ho says the words my father did not.
&Dear son, I!m sorry I never came home.
0or ever lesson I failed to teach, hear these words213have in one direction with strong deliberate strokes
$o avoid irritation.
Dribble the "age with the brilliance of yo r ball"oint "en.
)alk like a 'od, and yo r 'oddess will come to yo .
4o longer will I be there to knock on yo r door,
3o yo m st learn to knock for yo rself.
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Knock knock down doors of racism and "overty that I co ld not.
Knock knock on doors of o""ort nity
0or the lost brilliance of the black men who crowd these cells.
Knock knock with diligence for the sake of yo r children.Knock knock for me.
0or as long as yo are free,
$hese "rison gates cannot contain my s"irit.
$he best of me still lives in yo .
Knock knock with the knowledge that yo are my son,
B t yo are not my choices.(
5es, we are o r fathers! sons and da ghters,
B t we are not their choices.
0or des"ite their absences,
)e are still here,
3till alive,
3till breathing,
)ith the "ower to change this world
-ne little boy and girl at a time.
Knock knock,
)ho!s there6)e are.