Child I long to see you grow into a man, not restricted by the pain of your father's name.
Not strung to your race having to face every discrimination meant to mold you into degregation.
Child I hope to see you grow into something I can't describe, something man's hands could never design.
No longer a boy, but filled with words only few have heard.
Child that word infiltrates your soul and to all who behold, you are a man of God.