Letter to my Unborn

If I ever have a daughter,
I promise to teach her
To love herself
All of herself,
From the tippy top of her head,
To the bottom of her innocent feet,
And back up again,
Starting with her hair follicles
Her natural hair follicles,
And if she ever decides to burn them,
Coat them with artificial colors,
Or hide them under long straight Indian locks,
I'll know that it was her choice,
And that she was not ambushed by the pretty little portrait of white America
Because she too is America.