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My Father.
My Father
When I see my dad...I'm not sad, becsuse he lived in a time when you had to be mad...when I see my dad...who had to take the slack because them racist white folks did not want to give up the stack...When I see my dad...who could have been crazy...yet he looked at life with a strong look of amazement. When I see my dad who could have been dead...yet he continued to live so I could be fed. Now that he's old and taking it easy eating fried chicken...real, real greasy sitting on the fish bank with his red hat...thanking God above...that he is...strong and black...
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