I don’t know why but I’ve been thinking about my self as a mother.
I always have.
Since I was a baby
I assumed I was everyone’s mom
I would baby kids my age
As I grew I continued to care for kids my age,
younger,
And then older.
I always dreamed about the hobbies they’d have,
The summer vacations,
I wanted a happy family
I wanted to raise kids to be free to express themselves
Free enough to come to me with anything
Free enough to explore their own lives
And free enough to share their greatness with the world
I’ve always done good hoping to lead by example
And I wanted to raise children who would do the same
I wanted boys who knew how to act and treat women
And girls who would love themselves and help others find that love inside as well
I wanted them to be beautifully contagious
I wanted to raise boys first who knew the meaning of brotherhood
And family
To be strong and selfless
I wanted girls who knew how to be little sisters.
Following under their big brothers footsteps enough to know how to be tough and yet step up to be their own leaders.
I’ve been thinkning about being pregnant
And what it would be like to carry a creation to its grand entrance into This life
I’ve been watching my husband
I watch him interact with babies and his nieces and nephews
And it puts me at peace
I watch him talk to them
Play with them
Teach them the meaning of words
I watch him dance like a dad and I know well be fine
He’s not yet ready to be someone’s husband
As I’m not yet ready to be a wife
But I know that together well be okay
I see him yearning to set an example as a father
And I know well be okay
I see myself watching children
Just trying to figure out what they need and how to make sure they know they’re loved
And I know my children will be alright
I’m not ready for diapers and rashes
But I know past that
Are futures
Dreams
Plans
And it’ll be my job to support them
That I’m excited for
Super similar.
It’s interesting to see, how I see me
And how someone else sees me
I don’t think these two point of views have ever been so close
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The slaves in America was freed.
That’s 1865.
Civil Rights started 89 years later. That’s 1954.
In theory, it’s possible that your great-grandmother was alive when slavery ended.
So in order for you to say “slavery ended 400 years ago”… wait until 2265… if you’re alive at the time.
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