Nqubeko chase Sithole (22 NOVEMEBER 1993 / PIETERMARITZBURG)
Letter to my unborn child
You are already on earth but you haven't lived on earth yet I already admire you like it's your last days of life on earth, okay. I dream of you sweet child with no language and voice to speak, but it is okay because all these veins I carry will be a duplicate soon. I live for you to be me one day; all this genetic material I am built of will be you although you do not have a name yet.
Those pregnancy scans will show you so beautiful and muscular weather a baby girl or a baby boy because you will be a full new idea of this poetry that I write to live on, don't you worry child, although you are not born yet but you are already loved. I vision you in your mother's womb unforgettable and made historical in birth because those doctors will not forget what they once held in their hands. I would've liked to give you a name before your birth but it is also unborn just like you.
Start living and start dreaming in that sex, let my penis and that vagina be proud of their existence and let that chemistry bow before you because they will be the starters of your existence. Let that bed feel forever young because of you that was made in it. Make these kisses never expire and always hope for the better in romance with the existence of sex because all in all one day they will unite in some bodies to bring you into life my unborn child.
Every time when I think of you, I think of son the Jesus who was preciously made by the Holy Spirit because I plan to make you in mathematical digits of sexual orientations in sums and love, gestures and pain adding on with music and subtraction of genetic material (((((AHHHHH))))) I can't wait for that heaven ejaculation. I'm already treasuring the moments of you my unborn child because I've forever waited, and I'm still waiting.
Until you arrive, I'll be patiently waiting. Safe journey
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