When I Have A Daughter

When I have a daughter,
I won't warn her
of the dangers of alcohol
or drugs
or strange men in the streets.
Those fears come naturally.
I will warn her of the boy
with the dazzling eyes that melt her very soul.
Whose words taste like the sweetest vanilla
and hands on her body
feel like laying in a field of the softest grass.
But those feelings are only fleeting,
I will tell my baby girl
of the pain she will feel in heart
when he finds another body to lay his hands upon.
I will warn her of the fire
that will burst through every one of her cells.
I will warn her of the tears.
I will tell her that the tears are okay,
if she's crying that means she hasn't lost her heart yet.
Her mascara can reapplied
but her heart cannot be replaced.
I will warn her of him returning.
He will say he saw how special you are,
but sweetie,
his whisper is full of lies.
Because he only loves the warmth he feels
when he is inside you.
If he loved anything else
you would've never seen him walk away.

When I have a daughter,
I won't warn her
of the dangers of alcohol
or drugs
or strange men in the streets.
I will warn her of the girl
who may make her question
everything she's ever been told in life.
The girl who's smile fills her heart
with more warmth than any boy's hand ever has.
Of the girl who's kiss will make her feel electrified
even when her head might be telling her it's wrong.
I will tell her it's right.
I will tell her love is always right.
But I will warn her of the critics,
the people who will pick her love for this girl apart.
I will warn her of giving up,
how even though I'll support her,
I'm rooting for her to succeed despite the bullies.
Because if they ever felt your love for her sweetie,
they'd be overwhelmed with jealousy.

When I have a daughter,
I will warn her of love.