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Love, Daddy
I remember finding out that you were indeed a girl and that I would have my princess. Your mother was so excited to break up this house of boys with her very own twin. I can remember all the nights I talked to your mama’s belly for hours & you would kick back confirming you were going to be full of life. I remember me & your mom settling on Brooklyn Rose for your name, inspired by my love for hip-hop, which is fitting for how much you love music & dancing.
As talented as all your siblings are, only you would go viral for giggin’ with daddy in the kitchen. I’m so glad the world got to see the joy that is inside your heart. That joy is so beautiful, so pure & so real. I pray everyday that your heart gets to stay that way & the world does not corrupt you. I am fully aware that you, my beautiful baby are a brown skin girl, a powerful Afro-Latina with the power of all the women who have fought to have their voice heard contained within you.
You already speak your truth and make sure your feelings are acknowledged. It is amazing to see the strength of your ancestors so full in your little body. You are an old soul. The great-granddaughter of Artie B, mija of Natividad, those women will ALWAYS live inside of you and be the root of your power.
Never lose your power, never forget your voice. I remember the moment I realized your voice, experience, and ways you navigate the world…
