Take a Stand Against Hate: Poem Anthology
For the Man Who is Half of Me
Angelina Villalobos
I always knew my father did not belong.
I did not need the television to blemish my mind
and condition what my father should look like.
My father did not come home
with a shirt and tie and briefcase.
He came home smelling of the earth
and sweat of his manual labor, and
his cologne …
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