To my dearest unborn child…
You’re father and I have been waiting your arrival!
You came as such a sweet surprise…
for we weren’t suppose to have children.
But here you are, seven months unborn...

I would love to say the world is as ready for you as we are…
but it’s not.

People are being killed because of their faith.
It is not longer safe to pray in public.

People are being killed because of their skin color.
By the time you are in school, they won’t teach you about the “I Have a Dream Speach”...
but it started the stepping stones for equality.
Now, I am afraid you will only know one color - white.

People are not allowed to express their freedoms.
The “Declaration of Independence” will be a shadow of the past you will never know to come.

And even though we will love you,
the world will not.

I dread the day for when you will no longer stop and pray.

I dread the day for when you see a colored student in class.
For your father and I were too afraid to teach you right from wrong.

I dread the day for when you are forced to be kept up,
not being able to express your true feelings.

But it’s not your fault.
It’s mine.
I’m sorry I never tried to fix what was wrong.
I’m sorry I focused soo much on myself rather than others.
I’m sorry-
I’m sorry-
I’m sorry-

I’m sorry you have to live in the world that my generation destroyed.