Our father hid a lot of painful memories
A bunch of shit he never shared
But when he died, I went out looking for them
For all the things he never said
Thought he was born in 1948
But was born a whole decade before
Thought he was brought up in New Zealand
But he was born and brought up in Samoa
We thought that he was only half-Samoan
That his mother was a German Jew
But I went and found his birth certificate
And he lied about that too

Our father's love was unmistakeable
And he gave us еverything he had
And I guess that mеant pretending he was half-white
To give his kids a better chance
My sister, she lives out in New York City
Been there since I was seventeen
And I think she hates it, but like most New Yorkers
She just can't bring herself to leave
She used to love to watch our father cooking
And imitate the things she'd seen
And now she makes the most amazing things
And she also sings better than me
And when he died, she and her husband stayed
To keep my mother company
And even though it fucked them up a lot
They did a better job than me

And I wish that we could see them every weekend
And she could cook her famous meals
And I wish that I could hang out with her husband
More than a couple of times a year
Our brother Wesley is a quiet man
And he is the second of us four
And he inherited our father's hands
But he looks like me a little more
He has a love that's unmistakable
And he's seen police brutality
He lives in Auckland with his wife and dog
And he stands a shade above six-three
Our father left him with a cousin then
He got into trouble frequently
Me and my sister only heard of him
In 2018

Our brother Matthew is a baker, and
He stands a mighty seven feet
He was brought up in a Māori family
And speaks Te Reo fluently
He didn't know about our father 'til I
I guess he was about eighteen
And he did some time for something awesome
And he's the sweetest guy you'll ever meet
He came to meet me at a festival
And he told me everything he knew
That our father left him at the hospital
But if he forgives him, then I should too

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I know our father had his reasons
But that can never make it right or fair
And I hate myself for stealing all his love
When my brothers thought that he was dead
So as I dig through the collateral
The secrets hid throughout the years
I know I'll hardly ever answer them
But it's the way to keep him near

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