Knock Knock - Daniel Beaty

As a boy I shared a game with my father. Played it every morning 'til I was 3. He would knock knock on my door. And I'd pretend to be asleep

'til he got right next to the bed. Then I would get up and jump into his arms

"Good morning, Papa." And my papa he would tell me that he loved me. We shared a game. 

Knock Knock

Until that day when the knock never came. And my momma takes me on a ride past corn fields. On this never ending highway 'til we reach a place of high. Rusty gates. A confused little boy. I entered the building carried in my mama's arms. Knock Knock

We reach a room of windows and brown faces. Behind one of the windows sits my father. I jump out of my mama's arms. And run joyously towards my papa. Only to be confronted by this window. I knock knock trying to break through the glass. Trying to get to my father. I knock knock as my mama pulls me away. Before my papa even says a word

And twenty-five years later a little boy cries. And so I write these words and try to heal. And try to father myself. And I dream up a father who says the words my father did not

Dear Son.

I'm sorry I never came home. For every lesson I failed to teach, hear these words: Shave in one direction in strong deliberate strokes to avoid irritation

Dribble the page with the brilliance of your ballpoint pen. Walk like a god and your goddess will come to you. No longer will I be there to knock on your door. So you must learn to knock for yourself. Knock knock down doors of racism and poverty that I could not. Knock knock down doors of opportunity. For the lost brilliance of the black men who crowd these cells. Knock knock with diligence for the sake of your children. 

Knock knock for me for as long as you are free. These prison gates cannot contain my spirit

The best of me still lives in you. Knock knock with the knowledge that you are my son, but you are not my choices. 

Yes, we are our fathers' sons and daughters. But we are not their choices

For despite their absences we are still here. Still alive, still breathing. With the power to change this world. One little boy and girl at a time.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

We are.