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A Bad Grain of Rice

A BAD GRAIN OF RICE

I hated my Dad.

All kids at one time or another hate their parents
– when punished; denied freedom;
denied the latest!-must-have! toy/fast food/experience.

I did not hate my Dad because he rationed my sugar addiction;
nor because he countered ad industry seduction of my tiny mind.
I did not hate my Dad because he beat me or abused me
(he was a loving, caring father who did neither).

I hated my Dad                    because he was Black. Continue reading