A Letter To The Future Chloe (Forty Years Old, Broke Black Prophet) February, 2006

I look at your eyes,

You couldn’t have gotten them from me.

I look at your nose,
You couldn’t have gotten that from me.

I look at your lips,
Those you definitely didn’t get from me.

I look at your hair,
Well, Sunshine, that was definitely a toss-up…

I guess I write all of this to say: How could I have ever co-created such a Beautiful Daughter?

But I’m so glad you’re mine.