Do you love to sing?
in the shower?
I suspected you’re the one for this job.
When my daughter comes into existence,can you sing this
not too loud. be melodious . stay in tune.
pretty yang thang.
I’m talking you,
In a Different tone.
Fresh vibes & Nice rhymes.
just like your favourite song,
describing how poetic your shadow is.
what I’m about to tell you,
again like your favorite song
I’m guilty by association.
i know you are thinking,
This is lame
not again mama.
“Not in front of my friends.”
Let me do this quick .
I am so sorry you have been born,
Into such a jungle of a world.
It’s nothing like the huge Amazon I knew.
But there’s something in common,
You are the prey,
imprinted on the minds of your fellow kind.
It breaks my heart,
Knowing I cannot hand you all the keys of survival at once.
I am so sorry for how you will be taught to credit and place confidence in a system of instant Gratification,
is our addictive drug.
We are all addicted,
Tweet it, pin it or Like it ,
and then share it.
you should know
In this world,
what’s odd is affording a physical relationship
because we are so turned on by our multi
partnership with technology.
I”LL WARN YOU
Most of your kind
afford cheap talk,
and only a few operate in an expensive mode of action .
With a contrite heart, let me apologise for this now.
By 30,I am afraid you will be hunted.
By some boys to men
Some are genuine,
Some will shot you down with loaded guns of lies and sweet nothings.
They are lions that will reap your heart apart
as they crave the fierce truths you speak as you roar.
will learn to apologise,
when pride gets in the way,
when forget that you breathe is not yours,
but only God’s.
There’s always a but!
Don’t sell yourself short,
Don’t you ever apologise
For the constellations of the stars in your eyes that fully light up the sky.
For your sting, queen bee
Or how the melanin in your skin drops like honey from a comb,
Or the sweet strength that lies in vulnerability
For for loving men that may come off as predators,
Or those kinks, curls and curves trapped in your hair and on your body
For reflecting the Light of our Maker.
You’re one of a kind ,
my kind and you,
Because of that my daughter
you are the prey.
you are their prey.
I am afraid you will be hunted.
its survival for the fittest.
It may seem like it, but
I am not your predator,
Someone out there is.
I pray these 3 things for you ,
Love in its most raw form.
Love of God as your means of survival.
because love is as love does.