My father dipped in and out of my childhood. A weekend one year. A phone call the next. Letters for a while. He left for a Black man’s reasons. He left for reasons I can rationalize. He left because he was being chased by the same people haunting my Blackness. I forgive him for being a Black man experiencing a Black man’s pain, but Black women are so often the collateral damage of Black men’s pain — and I haven’t forgiven that, yet. I haven’t forgiven him for stepping on my head to boost himself into some semblance of freedom.
Why Lemonade Is For Black Women
Dominique Matti

Glad we got to see your father as a vulnerable elder first. Then we come into the prime of his life…

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