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To my unborn black son...

I want you to grow up strong

I want you to realize that every day you wake up is a blessing

I want you to live without fear, even though you walk through the valley of the shadow of death

I want you to stand tall in the face of adversity

I want you to know that your mother and father are rooting for you

I want you to realize that there have been men and women that have died for your skin, and you may be next

I want you to know that you’ll always be wrong in their eyes

I want you to be safe

In the midst of the tear gas and sorrow, burning hearts and broken glass

I want you to speak

I want them to hear the cry of a black boy in the city that knows his worth

I want you to be great

I want to see you get married and have children of your own

Death is patient

I want you to never forget that

I want you to love and love hard

Because there’s no better time than now 

Once you walk out that door I don’t know if you’ll come back with peace or in pieces 

I want you to be just like your father

Nurturing and kind, yet strong and wise

Teach the children of your own, the same

I want you to love yourself, friends and family too

I want you to know that your life is meant to bloom

Flourishing every where you go, in this world filled with gloom

I want you to pray 

When you wake up and when you to go to bed 

Count your blessings, one by one

But never take for granted, that they’ll take your life instead. 

-TheHypeIsDead 🌻🌻🌻