Khaury El-Amin shares poem “What’s Up Dad?” at the talent show

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Klaire Sarver

Reading from his phone, junior Khaury El-Amin shares his poem, “What’s Up Dad?” at the talent show.

Junior Khaury El-Amin walks onstage nervously, takes a breath and begins to recite the poem he wrote, the words flowing out more easily as he goes along. He speaks about his father, a man he never knew, letting his words sink in with the audience. As he concludes, he looks up, his teary-eyed audience responds with applause louder than a bomb. He smiles, feeling like a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders.

El-Amin is a new student this year at Free State. He is involved in football, Can We Talk and the poetry team. Last summer, he moved to Lawrence after transferring out of an alternative school. El-Amin grew up in St. Joe, Mo. with his grandmother. Growing up without a father figure, El-Amin’s childhood proved to be a challenge.

“Back then it probably shaped me to be like the wrong type of person you know always mad,” El-Amin said. “‘Why you mad? Because I ain’t got no dad.’”

El-Amin co-hosted the talent show alongside junior Garrett Swisher, making quite an impression on the students with his lively presence. Walking on stage to show off a talent of his own, he shocked the crowd, performing an original poem called, “What’s Up Dad?” According to several students, there may not have been a dry eye in the room.

“He almost made me cry,” Swisher said. “If I wasn’t hosting I would’ve cried, but I had to keep it together.”

This deeply personal poem made an impact on junior Darian Lewis, El-Amin’s friend and teammate.

“I didn’t really know what to expect because he has a big personality,” Lewis said. “I grew up with my dad and just like the things he said in the poem touched me because it showed me how he feels everyday not being around his dad.”

Football coach Brandon Wolak challenged El-Amin to write a poem about something that affected him.

[I used to get] in trouble in school and at home, thinking that my excuse would always be ‘I don’t have a dad’ so I didn’t [have] nobody to tell me I couldn’t do that.

— Junior Khaury El-Amin

“Coach Wolak told me to write about something deep,” El-Amin said. “I know a lot of people here don’t know what it’s like to grow (up) without a dad, so I think it was good that I informed people.”

Despite having estranged parents, an ill grandmother and a tough school situation, El-Amin found a way to turn it around and now is doing better than ever.

“I gotta stay positive for my grandma because she stays positive,” El-Amin said. “I can’t hold her down.”

El-Amin feels a responsibility to inform students at Free State to appreciate what they have, because it could be gone at any moment.

“When I was younger it shaped me to just be angry all the time and think I had an excuse, thinking that my excuse would always be ‘I don’t have a dad,’” El-Amin said. “Now it kinda shaped me to inform males my age and females too that have a dad or in other circumstances have something that they don’t appreciate, just let them know that it couldn’t have been there at all or it could leave at any moment.”

Poem Transcript (provided by Khaury El-Amin):

Wassup dad,

something I wish I could say
wassup dad
words that have never left my mouth
and even though my mind is filled with doubt
My heart still one day hope I can say
wassup dad,
I’m in high school now
should I hang out with the nerds
that read books and talk like this
or chill with the homies
that smoke weed and walk like this
dang, I’m confused
I don’t know what to do
because when I have a question
I just want to talk to you but
you have reached the voicemail box of
is what I hear when I call
learned to pick myself up
Cause you ain’t near when I fall
running from a fight cause you didn’t teach me how to fight
and I have common sense but you didn’t teach me what was right
so I get infuriated with excruciating pain I feel belittled,
But EVERYTIME that phone rings,
answer like that little kid I am inside
And say, wassup dad
can you teach me how to drive
How to talk to woman
can’t you teach me how to tie a tie
how to grip a football,
to make it throw a perfect spiral
and let me know that when I need answers its your number I should dial
But you don’t, erg I hate you dad
no I don’t hate you, I just hate the act
I look up to other men but they just ain’t you dad.
then I’m in the house all sad
watching kids outside playing catch with they dad. or at the park with their dog, playing fetch with they dad
it’s like they took all the joy and I’m just left with the sad
I wish I could go back in time I woulda left with you dad.
but I come back to reality
my mother stay mad at me
because she can’t stand to see the characteristics of my dad in me
So I do the best to hide that
and try to act like the man in me
me expecting you to come, knowing you wouldn’t, is doing the same thing expecting a different result      so I’d be guilty of insanity
but through all the nonsense
it’s was grandmother my nana I could call on
In 2007 she had a stroke that paralyzed her right side and she still used her left side for me to fall on
she made sure I ate
even if it meant she didn’t eat
she made sure I slept
Even if it meant she didn’t sleep
she made sure I grew strong
even if it left her weak
and she made sure my tears were caught even if it meant she’d weep
so wassup nana
something I’m blessed to say
i’d be nothing without, words that have always left my mouth
but even tho my mind is filled with doubt, my heart still one day hopes I can say.
wassup dad