Dear Little Brown Girl
I pray that you have a momma and poppa that comb your hair.
I pray that your curls grow wild, bold, and free.
And no matter what John or David or Mr. Roberts says,
You feel as beautiful as God made you.
I pray that you smile as big and bright as the sun
And laugh wholeheartedly.
Sweet little brown girl
I pray momma teaches you about the birds and the bees.
That you learn early about the dangers of trusting just any man with your treasures.
I pray you love the warm chocolate skin you live in
And be brave enough to tell Sarah or Becky or Tyrone to fuck off
When they compare you to anything less than the queen poppa’s preparing you to be
Dear little brown girl,
Every bit of you.
No matter what anyone else says
Because I love you and God loves you
And I’ll always be praying for you.