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A Letter to My Unborn Daughter

By Alee Chery


Dear Future Daughter(s),


We haven’t met yet.

The sight of you, will make me smile.

Daddy’s girl, this angel of mine

Your 46 chromosomes from your mother and I.

Created from the “The Science of Love”

Your mother’s beauty with my eyes

Your mother’s hair with my skin tone

A perfect blend of our aesthetic, mosaic pieces

Here’s a guide of life to you, young lady.

1: Remember to breathe life began with your breath and will end with your last

Rule 2: Gratitude attracts abundance. Be grateful each day your eyes peak.

Rule 3: Your blood is from Anacaona, the Queen of Ayiti. Remember who you are. Pass on spirit stories, our legacies to my grandsons and granddaughters.

Rule 4: Health is wealth. Eat well. Train mind, body, and soul.

Rule 5: I can’t stop a heartbreak, be wise when talking to boys. Watch what they do, not what they say.

Rule 6: Choose your friends carefully. Birds of a feather flock together.

Rule 7: Listen to your intuition, it will give you the answers you seek.

Rule 8: Your Great, Great, Great, Great, Great, he was many Great, you can laugh, Great grandfather was a politician in Haiti. You’re a leader, not a follower.

Rule 9: Never lie because the truth will set you free.

Rule 10: Take accountability for your actions, and never blame others that makes you look weak.

Rule 11: Be a tree, be grounded, learn and grow. Unique like your dad. I see you in me.


By Alee Chery


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