Tuesday, August 9, 2011

345/365 To My Unborn Son (Draft1)


An effective Heimlich maneuver
will often brake the tip of the sternum. {no pause}
30 percent of successful resuscitations
end in at least one broken rib. {longer pause}

They also end with a survivor walking away from a scene that could have otherwise taken their life.
Most things meant to heal you,
have to break something first.

So to my unborn son,
you will be the heart breaker
everyone warns their daughters about.
Not because you are insensitive,
or incompassionate.
but because you will have a heart the size of an ocean,
but a mind wise enough to know the difference between a chapter
and forever.
When you leave them,
something inside them will BREAK
and they will hate you,
{pause} until they learn to love themselves.

To my unborn son,
You will be a mama’s boy, {get country}
and will hold no shame with that title.
you will treat every woman you meet with the gentle love, respect and honor you give me,
you will respect them
because they deserve it
and if they do not act like they deserve it
you will treat them like they deserve it
until they respect themselves {pause}

My unborn son,
you will be no Jesus
you will fall,
fumble,
say hurtful things,
and will SMACK these habits out of you,
but realize that only break you,
to make you stronger.

They say it is an irresponsible time to have a child.
That this world is so far gone,
but why not give it a reason to correct itself.
YOU
will be a reason for the this world to correct itself.
You will pivotal.
Necessary.
It would be irresponsible NOT to give Gaia you as a gift.

You will be a sunrise without smog,
a breath a fresh air.
You will be a mama’s boy. {soft}
You will treat this earth with the love, respect and honor that you owe it.
You will nourish the desolate soil of the ghetto,
you will break it,
so it’s root can reach the .

You will break hearts so we can learn what makes them beat,
break soil,
so our crops may harvest,

When a throat is lodged,
the sternum must be broken to unclog it,
when lungs fill with liquid,
ribs have to be cracked in order to drain it.

When this world is fills with toxins
and counterproductive behavior.
Some habits need to be broken,
some patterns need to dislodged,
you will the son

that SNAPS the horizon,
the light this world needs,
to see itself,
to love and respect itself
so we can finally rebuild.

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