Dear son
Who I have yet to meet
I pray you have a better....
A better world
A better opportunity
A better chance
I pray you live to see 100
See the world for all its glory
That one distant day
You'll bury me...
Not me burying my teen
Oh dear son
Be careful
For if the world has not changed
My child I have yet to meet
Your skin will be seen
By some
As something to fear
I pray
My beautiful son
That I have yet to meet
No random stranger will see you
And think of a coon
A hoodlum "getting away with it"
Whatever the it
May be
I pray my beautiful son
That I have yet to meet
You grow in a world
Where being you isn't a fatal ideal
Where being out with a friend
Isn't a call for police
I pray
My beautiful son
That I have yet to meet
You will not be seen
As a villain
As a criminal
And most of all
I pray
My beautiful son
My beautiful baby boy that I have yet to meet
I pray that when I meet you
You will no longer have to fear
Being in the wrong area
My beautiful black son
Who I have yet to meet
No not pregnant, just came to mind....#TrayvonMartin