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amena brown owen - a letter to my future son lyrics

verse (amena brown)
to my son, you have yet to be born; you have yet to be conceived/but i see you in my dreams/my dream of the man you will be, and i pray that god will help me to prepare you for this world/even though i some times worry this world is not prepared for you/you are the seed of your mommy and daddy’s hopes and dreams/irish, african, scottish, southern american, you will be the best remix we will ever help to create/i want you to know your roots/that you come from hard working people/that you are a descendent of slave and free/i want to play for you songs of your people/made on porches and hills, villages and in cities/songs of the free and the blues of the oppressed/i want you to always find yourself/your skin will be a mix of daddy’s freckles, a tinge of red hair, the rich hue of soil sweetened by the sun/my son, my son, you will be a symphony of skin tone/a rue of all the generational color and shade that helped create you/your hair will curl at the slightest humidity or rain/bend and twist, constantly searching for bpm and electric frequency/your wide shoulders and chest will carry the load god gives you to bear/while helping you surrender that load to the one who has already carried it all/your hands are meant for pianos, for saxophones, for carpentry, for artistry/for sketching the architecture and design that comes to your mind/for scalpels and needles to fix the heart and brain/for lifting in praise, for counting the days/for drawing the line, for knowing when to stand up and fight when it’s time/i want to prepare you for walking out of our door into a world that may see your brown skin and fear it, misunderstand it/demand it be subdued/i want you to walk tall with your shoulders back as your grandma taught me to/but because i love you, i will tell you sad truths/that everyone will not love your brown skin as much as we do/there have been many men and women before you who lost their lives for having the same brown skin that you do/my son, i will not teach you to walk in fear/to judge anyone by the color of their skin, the money they make/only by their character and the respect they choose to give or take/i will pray for you every night/and think of the mothers of oscar, sean, trayvon, emmett, michael, and so many more/whose hope for what would have been their son’s future now lies in you/and i will hug you and kiss you, even if it embarr-sses you/for all of the momma’s kisses missed, for all the things these sons did not live to experience/my son, every life matters, their lives mattered/your life matters too/i love you, your future mommy

- amena brown owen lyrics

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