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A letter to my daughter.

Publication: Blackgirl Magazine

Publication Date: 01-JUL-04
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COPYRIGHT 2004 Blackgirl Magazine

Dear Alicia,

I ain't the type to write letters. You know that. But, well, sometimes a man's gotta do what he don't like. So, I'm taking pen to paper, hoping you and your mother don't catch no spelling errors or find nothing wrong in here.

[ILLUSTRATION OMITTED]

You're almost fifteen. Man. That's a lot of birthdays I done missed. But, well, the other day I seen you walking into the house. You looked so sweet. And the boys, I seen 'em looking. High-fiving each other when you walked by--saying what they would like to do to you.

I know I been gone too long to start playing daddy, but, girl, I had to get myself from around there quick, because I was ready to hurt somebody.

What you doing following me? That's what you asking yourself, huh? What you doing trying to get up in my life now, when you been gone for always? Good questions. Wish I had good answers. But it's just that I woke up this morning and, well, you was on my mind like an overdue bill. I wondered if you thought I done you wrong by never being around. Then I got to thinking about your momma, and what she tells you about me. Did she tell you I lived in a house not far from yours? That I finally got a steady job and a little change in my pocket? I'll admit it. I always liked life free and easy. Living in a different city every six months, that was me. Working long enough to earn a few dollars, buy some nice clothes, take some pretty woman to dinner and a movie, and hop another Greyhound outta town.

It's been almost a year now, and I'm still on the same job. Girl, it's killing me to stay put like regular folks. But it's time I planted some kinda roots, I guess. Anyhow, I got me a room in some old woman's house, who cooks just as good as your grandma. But that ain't why I'm writing to you. So I'll stop here telling you how I'm doing.

Anyhow, I seen a man on television last week. He said he was gonna leave his daughter the house, the car, and $10,000...

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