My Child’s Hope
The history of the blood that runs through my child,
you’d never know by her beautiful smile.
Realities behind her eyes full of life,
of love and of hate, of black and of white…
The history of the two that make up his race,
you’d never know by his beautiful face.
The truths of fear and tears and lies,
we’ll gently acknowledge, his father and I…
The history of the pieces that helped them become,
is much more than the moment sweet freedom was won.
The joys of belief and the sorrows of pain,
their father and I teach them were not in vain…
The promise of hope that my children possess
is greater than any burden upon their chests.
Proud, strong, and Godly we’ll guide them to be.
The perfect, beautiful balance of a deep history.
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