Day 68: for my father

money cannot buy happiness

or time

only containment

and im stuck somewhere between an empty wallet and an empty heart

trying to feed my material skin with something that might look like a smile

but all i've got are useless coper penny pigments

look at me

im 5 shades too dark to be worth anything

and 10 shades too light to be legit

my father's identity was challenge by the state of hawaii

they say a men of less than 50% quantum cant possibly fight the state on a court case involving thousands of acres left for the indigenous

they say my father isnt hawaiian

call him foreign

so what am i?

half my fathers pigments

shine through this skin

and his voice

sits in my chest

like a knight waiting to rise from the darkness and fight

my father and i,

we've got the same hands

pick strings like hearts

chant like prophecy

i'll stand in his shadow as long as i can

he is my hero

covers my face with his cape

lets me take the lead when i need to

and he

is more hawaiian than any full quantum man i know

in these islands

we've learn to count quantum like pennies,

see with our skin

but my father

holds this soil in his blood

its stories in his hearts

and its beauty is his eyes

we

and anyone else willing to scream for freedom

hold the indigenous in our voices

we

are carbon copied warriors

just waiting to strike

dont you dare even think about questioning us

or we'll turn these copper pigments too bullets

powder your guns with our heart

and the last thing you'll see before hell

will be our brown blood