To My Unborn Son Draft 1

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 in-compassionate.

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

   feel like I need something here

and they will hate you,

{pause} until they learn to love themselves.

 

To my unborn son,-feel like that’s a little generic. Is there anyway we can have a better lead in?

You will be a mama’s boy,

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 not be perfect

you will fall,

fumble,

say hurtful things.

could talk about what and how-mass media, negative stereotypes, degrading women

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.- I don’t like this part because 1. It makes it seem like I’m pregnant 2. Who are “they?”

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.