Dear Son & Daughter…

To my unborn child,

I’m not writing to tell you I’m a writer.
Neither am I writing as your father.
I’m writing because you are my brother,
sister, confidant and best friend.

Hate will come from those you call brothers.
Don’t return the favor, that’s a blunder.
Just pray to God to never put you under.
Make me proud, take care of your mother.

In my prime, I was a liberator.
I was motivated by Luther and Pac.
Till my death, I lived with legacies.
One request, live your life with freedom.

All I want is for you to be better.
I spent half of mine impressing people.
You should more of yours living happy.
I repeat, living happy.

I’m sorry I’m not telling you this in person,
this piece was written as a task for Eli’s Book.
but I’ll also be keeping it in Wildkhard’s book,
so you one day see it and get to read.

Talking education, never opt for a dropout.
Get the degrees, but remember the streets.
They are just titles, life is the real school.
In the end, be street smart and book smart.

Life never comes with instructions,
it’s not necessary you be like me,
just pay your dues when payment is due,
play by the rules of the game.

Dear God, bless with wisdom, my unborn children,
I know I’m a sinner, don’t let them pay for me,
guide them to the righteous path,
their happiness alone is all I ask for.

Wildkhard