“Letter to My Future Daughter”
Hello to my Queen
Although it may hurt
I have to fill you in on some things
Before your precious steps grace this earth
But lets talk about you first — you & your nappy roots
and your big brown eyes and your thick lips too
Your chocolate skin and your hips, full & wide
No doubt God made a masterpiece and he made it in stride
Now I can’t leave out the parts that hurt baby girl,
The fact that society doesn’t always know your worth, this world…this world
This world can be a cold cold place to live in
Especially with your looks, your smarts and your skin
This world can stifle your pride or step on your rights
And even snuff out your life, like your sister Renisha McBride
People may think that your black body has no worth
Don’t cry baby girl, I told you it might hurt
And be careful with men and which one you end up with
Or he may bring you down before you can bring him up, like your sister Kemba Smith
And be careful with women too and who you call a friend
Some play wolves in sheep skin and only pretend to befriend
But I anticipate the things you’ll do in the classroom
from that first day of preschool to when you move into your dorm room
Although you may be judged and viewed as unintelligent
Use it as fuel, and work 10 times harder than all of them
Don’t get me wrong, I can’t wait till my queen comes,
But first I’ll admit, I gotta grow up some
And get my education & get my goals straight
And meet a strong black man to marry…and then, procreate
And you my queen, can be the first black female president, and run the nation
Or become a writer like your momma & work from your imagination
Or work from an office or work from the pulpit and become a preacher
Or give back to our children and become a teacher…
Although it may be hard to see the rose rise from the concreted
Never feel hopeless and never feel defeated
Because I’ll always love you & your nappy roots,
and your big brown eyes and your thick lips too
In honor of Renisha McBride