My Desire For My Daughter
She brings definition to the term "Vision of Loveliness"
She kisses my face and she tells me she loves me
She's the princess of the castle and at times we butt heads for the role of queen- my love doesn't change
They tell me she reminds them of me when I toddled and I am thankful for the compliment
She has my heart and in those moments when I catch a glimpse of the inside of hers I am intrigued by the wonderful mix of lioness and lamb contained in her tiny being
She is my privilege
My hope is she would always be Salome Noa- "nothing missing, lacking or broken, always moving and continually evolving"
The girl who will agree that her hair looks pretty and then conclude "But Mommy OWWWW!" and rip the hair ties from her crown
That she would see perfection every time that she looks through big brown, slightly slanted eyes and want to be no one but herself
That she would never desire a skin tone deeper or even a half shade lighter-but that she would know rest
That they would never call her names based on her ethnicity, body shape, their ignorance or the fuel that drives their lust
Just Salome, Queen or Beautiful
That she would know herself, never compromise and be a catalyst for the change her heart desires
That she would play and be the gift of song she is and is becoming more of everyday...effortlessly.
Let me be the first to wish you a Happy Black History/African Heritage Month-this time of year excites me!
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