Letter to my unborn son

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