Dear future daughter

Hayley,

I used to hope 

That you would climb the tallest trees

Fall down and laugh

Come home with scraped knees 

You’d play with momma’s old dolls 

Dress up on Nana’s old shawls 

Have two best friends 

And play pretend 

I used to,

Hayley.

When it’s 2065

And you haven’t opened your eyes 

Please don’t blame momma 

See, momma don’t want you 

To grow up like I do

Momma’s trying to protect you 

From #metoo 

Hayley, 

I hope I have all boys 

So I don’t have to worry every night 

When they sneak out 

If they’re really alright 

I don’t want you to have to carry pepper spray 

To keep you boyfriend at bay 

It don’t wven work that way,

See, sometimes they have a gun.

Hayley, 

I wish I could make you feel classy 

Everytime a boy calls you trashy 

Because he projected his worth on to you 

But I can’t.

And I love you 

So I have to realize 

You can’t have your cake 

And eat it too

Love,

Momma