Dear Dad*

Dear Dad*

Dear Dad,
who has done his best to love me,
please listen.

You,
who suffers injustice and ill fortune
    because you speak broken English
         with an accent that bears our Asian ancestry,
         but doesn’t amuse Americans quite like other accents do
    because cancer wasn’t woeful enough
         and now the stroke left you unable to take care of yourself,
         which corrodes your pride, though it was once inviolable,
should understand.

You should understand
the prejudice that our neighbors face from being anything but
        white
        wealthy
        able-bodied.

You should understand
the best, actually,
that Black Lives Matter
because they, like us, have been underestimated
because they, like us, have been oppressed
but unlike us,
    they are still seen as savage
    deemed dangerous
    marked to be moronic.

You should care about things like consent
not just because rape victims
    “could be your wife or daughters”
not just because rape victims
    “are someone’s wife or girlfriend or daughter”
but because rape victims are actually someone
because they are their own people before they are anyone else’s
because they deserved better.

Dear Dad,
You feel that the universe has given you a bad hand of cards.
You’re not the only one.

So dad, please.
Won’t you listen?
Won’t you try to understand?
Because I need you to listen and understand,
because there needs to be more people
    who can understand
    like you can.

Dear Dad,
who has done his best to love me,
please listen.

by Sally Tran

*This work was not created by a Black or Latina woman, but pertains to The Bridge's mission.

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