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A Message to My Unborn
Contributed by
rogue
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Saturday, 6th October 2007 @ 12:28:24 AM in AEST
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Its late
Im listenin to Musiqs Teach Me
My mind starts to wonder to a later date
Not one in particular
but definitely one in my future
What will I say to them
To my children
To keep as much fear fromem
One can never know
But if I did, I think itd go something like this
Cassidy
I foresee athletisism
I foresee rap city
Id tell him to take it easy with the ladies
And that its okay to still be my baby
That mama doesnt measure a man by
how many tears he can with hold,
but by how many he can
freely let flow
That girls might cheat on him
That girls might, will hurt him
but you NEVER put your hand on them
And when the world cast you out
Ill always take you in
Peyton
I foreseewell, me
I foresee a slightly rebellious
misunderstood, music lover
Id tell her is okay to trust
Not to wear her heart on her sleeve
Nor guard it so heavily
That, although, her confidence isnt in me
the best advice is always where Ill be
That eventhough boys may be able to
walk the walk and talk the talk,
you keep movin until theres respect in both
And when youve become to much for the world
Remember, youll always have a place in mine
Jamile
I foresee a smart young man
And for some reasonhis daddys eyes
Id tell this one that he doesnt have to
hide in books
That the worlds not in complete turmoil
and he should have a look
That its okay to like the popular girl
but she shouldnt be the center of his world
That its okay to challenge the teacher
but not for giggles from her or anyone
that his existentialism is a lovable quality
because it accents his individuality
But when hes out of that, hell still have me
Aaliyah
I foresee my baby
I foresee a light that cant be defined
Id tell her its okay to be upset
That happiness doesnt necessarily make one happy
Id tell her to use her big brothers
to help boyfriends make the right choices
To lift her voice
Rather in happiness, sorrow, or fear
Id tell her that a womans priority
is a mans option
Make sure youre always priority
And that when they write you off as a n adult
rememberI made your boat and I say rather itll sink or float
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Re: A Message to My Unborn
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by Shmokin on
Saturday, 6th October 2007 @ 08:29:14 AM AEST
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lovely read, lots of 'knowing' in it, last line left me confused (did you mean either sink or float?)
thanx for sharing :-) |
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Re: A Message to My Unborn
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by TeamJK on
Saturday, 6th October 2007 @ 02:02:07 PM AEST
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I love this!! Thank you for sharing it...
Now I'm wondering what I would have said to my unborn.
JK2..
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