In my imagine. Daddy's little woman. Never to see you growing. Why am I to fail? Putting you though hell before you ever know it yourself. Missing every moment. Missing every breath. Missing that opportunity to teach you to love yourself. That you're you own maker, never anyone else. Be proud to be seed of me and mama dearest, the clearest window to look out of full of glee. Vision the world and all it has for thee. Cool breeze. Big trees. Days mostly sunny. Even when is dark please wish upon the stars you see. Always carry love, never put hate above. Expand your wisdom and knowledge like you'e an addict for that drug. Never turn down a book. Before crossing paths, always look. See all the work it took for your mother to get you away from crooks. Who want to steal your innocence. Steer you from common sense. Put your life on dollars and cents. Teach you violence is how you vent. Naw, dont ever do it. Triggers never pull it. That disease is killing the world and not improving. I owe you more and really have to prove it. This love deep in me is strong as that current of electricity that power laptops to stay in tune with. Social lifestyles. Society doings. Facebookings. Fubars. Politics, the stars, and athletes with bad beef with the real person they are. Never follow their cars. Never tat them on your arms. Look inside for that bomb to blow up any swarm of enemies in your vicinity. And if you think of me. I hope its happy thoughts even if you never ever meet me. I'm so sorry. My little girl to be. Resting peacefully. Until you're no longer fetus. Out from the belly. Little woman to Daddy. Maker of yourself, never anyone else.
-L.M.L