Dear Father,
I feel,
sad.
I wish we had more of a relationship.
I love you.
I wish you'd understand that,
even though my path isn't yours,
it's still right for me.
I wish you'd accept that,
I'm in an interracial relationship,
and extremely content.
You're conditioned.
I know that's not really who you are though.
You once told me,
the story of when you worked on the boats back in the day.
You and your friend went for a drink at the bar.
They said they'd serve you but not him, because he's black.
You both left and went around to the other entrance,
where they served you both.
That's the man and father I know you are.
I respect that.
That taught me respect.
That taught me to love and respect everyone, to the beset of my ability.
What happened?
I love you.
I also love him.
Maybe we can have more of a relationship one day.
I would love that.
One day far in the future,
when I get married to the love of my life,
regardless of who that ends up being,
I want to dance with my first true love.
The one who taught me to value relationships and look for kind men.
That's you,
Father.
That's you.
My love.