my dad made a song called Elan
he named me Elan
so this poem is called dad 
I named my dad 
my dad is black
i was born that way
when I was little and white kids inquired about my skin tone
i would ask my dad why
my dad says of course you are black 
they don’t know your black? 
he says and raises his eyebrows
smirks
then when I am older
society asks me why I exist 
then it tries to deny it of me
just as it does him 
still
my dad says you are not black 
you try and act like you had a hard childhood
like I did
I say no I do not
I had a different childhood 
I came from your childhood
I said to him
In me you instilled the childhood you hate
and the childhood you love
mixing me with whiteness 
so forever I would have to experience the extremes
no one that ever came inside whiteness
knows my father like I do
but my role to him is why he thinks he made me
it is not what I actually am
the excess of a dangerous brutal genocidal war
called colonial pretend your not indigenous anymore
and white day
celebrated by people all around the world everyday