Guest editor Degna Stone was attracted to this poem because it shows “the ever changing relationship between a parent and child. The challenge of responding to someone who is constantly evolving to find their place within the world.”
I knew she was a girl before she arrived.
Didn’t have to tell me.
A father knows these things.
Don’t let nobody tell you different.
I think the first word she said was ‘Why?’
Not ‘Mummy’ or ‘Daddy’ or ‘Love’
But ‘Why?’
I take her abroad.
She sits,
Amongst the sand dunes
Treads on castles
Watches,
Takes in every moment, every movement
Refuses to rhumba.
Not interested in the festivities,
Celebrating
with the B-team performers
Jovial about nothing more than
we’re on holiday
And they’re getting paid
She looks with side eye
Or over the rim of her glasses
saying the same thing every day
Are you up for the challenge of a daughter?
If not,
Raise your game.
To the bemusement of her
white mother
she calls herself Black.
To the frustration
of her black father
she calls herself English
to her Geography teacher,
she is a political genius.
All her questions are rhetorical.
‘You got a problem? Why?’
I sit waiting whilst
Women take her away
For initiations
Black girl make up
Black girl hair
Black girl books
Black girl role-models
She comes back,
Looking exactly the same
Sounding exactly the same
No alternate versions necessary.
I ask myself why
she chose me to be her dad.
I have changed
She has not changed one iota
I have learnt I know nothing.

Dominic JP Nelson-Ashley is author of poetry collection Original Soundtrack, published by Ek Zukban. He has been praised as a writer who is ‘Reminiscent of those understated yet highly accomplished old-school jazz cats’. His other creative work encompasses being a Radio host, Music Journalist, Record Label Boss and an Award-winning Social Entrepreneur.
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I love this poem about being a father, by Dominic JP Nelson-Ashley. Reblogged from http://www.celebratingchange.blog
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I love hearing the perspective of a father. Children are such a mystery and such a source of awe to parents, they are not what we thought they would be because so utterly themselves. Reblogged.
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