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Letter To My Unborn Child

LETTER TO MY UNBORN CHILD. 

COUNTLESS TIMES I'VE CLOSED MY EYES TO SEE WHAT YOU'D LOOK LIKE
I IMAGINE YOUR SMILE AND THE SHAPE OF YOUR LIPS 
EVEN WONDER IF YOU'D HAVE DIMPLE LIKE ME
I CRAVE TO HEAR YOU CRY WHILE I STAND BY YOUR BIRTH BED
I'LL PLACE A BET ON WHO YOU CALL FIRST, "MOMMA OR DADA"
WHILE I TRANS IN THESE ENDLESS THOUGHTS
ONE WOULD WONDER WHY I HAVEN'T BROUGHT YOU TO BIRTH YET

MAY BE I'M IN MULTIPLE DILEMMA OF OPTIONS,  CHOICE AND PREFERENCE
MANY WOMBS DESIRE TO CONCEIVE YOU WHILE FEW HAVE ALL IT TAKES
BUT I HAVE JUST A FEW TO ALLOW SUCH A RARE PRIVILEGE
SOME OF THESE A FEW I LOST IN THE DAYS OF MY INDECISIONS
I AM NOT GIVING UP NOT YET
I REFUSE TO ALLOW MY ERRORS TAKE THE BETTER PART OF ME
BELIEVE ME, I HOLD ON STRONG FOR YOU, JUST FOR  YOU
I CAN SHED TEARS AND SWEAT, BUT NOT MY HOPE 

BUT BELIEVE ME I'M STILL OUT SCOUTING FOR THE BEST AND BLESSED WOMB TO CONCEIVE AND BIRTH A RARE GEM LIKE YOU
I'M SORRY I AM KEEPING YOU BACK A BIT LONGER THAN I PLANNED
TRUST ME, YOUR GRANDMA ISN'T FAST GETTING OLD, YOU WILL STILL GET TO SCATTER HER ROOM
GRANDPA ISN'T LOSING HIS STRENGTH YET, JUST MUCH OF THE GREY HAIRS TO MAKE YOUR EYES GRIN
YOUR UNCLES ARE BUSY MAKING MONEY AND COUNTLESS GIFTS AWAIT YOUR COMING
YOUR ONLY AUNTY FROM MY SIDE GOT A MAN FOR HER BEAUTIFUL SELF AND EXPECTING YOUR COUSIN SOON

I GOT A MOM FOR YOU
SHE'S GOT THE MOST TENDER HEART YOU CAN EVER LONG FOR
SHE GOT A SMILE THAT DISSOLVES MY ANGER 
SHE CAN BE FROM A FOREIGN LAND ACROSS THE WATERS, BUT BELIEVE ME, THAT WILL BE NO BARRIER
SHE GOT TONGUE THAT SPEAKS A DIFFERENT LANGUAGE, TRUST ME WE HAVE A COMMON HEART THAT IS FILLED WITH HUMOUR
MY DARLING CUTIE, I GOT THE BEST PLAN FOR YOU, TRUST ME
YOU HAVE A CHOICE OF  LAND TO DWELL
ANY SIDE OF THE TWO WORLDS CAN HOUSE YOU, EVEN BOTH ARE YOUR ABODE
WHETHER THE LAND THAT IS MOSTLY DRENCHED OR THIS SIDE WHERE THE SUNSHINE OPENS THE GATE OF THE DAY AND THE HEAT KEEPS OUR MELANIN SPARKLING

I WON'T DECEIVE YOU MY CHILD, IT IS HARD AND DIFFICULT AT THIS OTHER END OF THE CHOOSE
YOU WILL COME, NO NEED FOR HURRY
I TURNED MYSELF INTO A WARRIOR AND FIGHT WITH SWORDS AND SHIELDS BECAUSE I WANT TO PREPARE A ROYAL EMPIRE FOR YOUR INHERITANCE
I GOT SOME OF MY SKIN TORN AND MY FACE BRUISED
I GOT MY JEAN RIPPED JUST TO HAVE YOUR ROYAL GARMENT MADE OF THE FINEST FABRICS 
I WANT YOU LIVE A LIFE OF LOVE, BUT LEMME SPILL BLOODS AND BREAK MANY BONES WITH WHICH YOU'LL BUILD YOUR PALACE
IT IS JUST LITTLE WHILE LEFT TILL THE BATTLE IS WON AND YOU HAVE A ROYAL ENTRY
JUST A LITTLE WHILE MY BELOVED HEIR

(FM CONCEPTUAL ???)

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