To My Unborn Daughter:"You are more than feminist.

Dear black boy,I know they segregated your mind to swag, hip-hop and culture. I know they taught you how to rap before you could read.

To My Unborn Daughter:"Your beauty cannot be contained, between the stutter of his vows.

Dear black boy, I know your “drip” is an ocean of pretense. I know your “ice” is the element you traded your soul with.

Dear black boy, I know you sag your jeans as a metaphor. I know your self-esteem hangs much lower than that.

Dear black boy, I know your high is not of God, but of the leaf. I know, deep down, that you believe.