Daughter of A voodoo priest and the preacher's daughter.

she is light and I am darkest we were thought differently but we weren't thought the truth.
after knowing her for a few months, maybe we are the same and maybe it's time I tell her the way I feel because the judgment inflicted upon us by our ancestors would not define us.
"I watched my father and know what he is capable of but I am not him so why are you scared of yours?"
I asked knowing the answer because I was her but somehow, I needed to tell her the truth.
"because I wished it was different,
I wish I was different "
she answered gazing into my eyes
"I don't wish to change you because you are different but because you are not who he would want me to bring home "
she saw the disappointment in my eyes knowing that she may hurt me but I smiled slowly as she continued
"besides am a preacher's daughter."
this is her truth so I have to speak mine and exclaimed confidently
"And I love you not as the daughter of a voodoo priest but as me"