Open Letter to my future daughter:
Burden Versus Blessings
What if I told you this world is dark, cold and ugly?
What if I told you your whole life they’ll try and convince, blame and force you into believing it’s you?
What if I told you you’ll be confused and some parts you’ll believe are true?
What if I told you that they’ll downplay your features, assets and accomplishments, never being recognized or acknowledged as qualified?
Even the ones that look the same will try and tarnish your name
In the hierarchy of life you will be labelled lower than men less than women
They’ll criticize before they copy
They’ll laugh and be envious
They’ll take with no apologies
Until there’s enough tears to drown in
You’ll question your purpose
The more you crave the need to be saved
They’ll remind you you’re worthless
You’ll pray to be different
Not realizing you’re already unique
You’ll fall victim but you’ll never be allowed to call yourself that
They’ll disguise forgiveness as forgetting
They’ll hate you
To the point you hate yourself
Until it feels like there’s too many pieces to fix
But what if I told you this
World wouldn’t be the same without your existence?
What if I told you you’re stronger than the weapons formed against you?
What if I told you on your back those aren’t burdens but the spirit of your sisters?
Step by step as your saviours
What if I told you, you are smart, beautiful and warm?
What if I didn’t warn
You about the world
I warned the world about you?
The fearless, force and fighter you are
The roots of richness you reach from
Dear Daughter, you are special
And as much as I love you I want you to love yourself
That’s how you shield yourself
From the darkness to get light
The cold to be warm
And the ugly to remain beautiful
Not hiding but protecting
You’re not just a Queen
You are a Black Queen
Carry your crown with pride
Because your truth is powerful