A Letter To My Grangdaughter

Let me tell you, I see you with your dark brown skin, do not be ashamed Instead, let them stare as you prance through the fields in your summer dress I see you, with your crazy kinky hair, do not wear that hat Instead, swing on that swing, as your strands become tangled in the wind I see you with your crooked teeth, do not smile with your lips sealed shut, Instead, speak loud and bold, share your crookedness with the world I see you now fearless and proud, Don’t you dare let them snatch that from you.