That there is more injustice than justice.
That evil can drown out good intentions.
That some progress is only ever skin deep.
That backwards is often easier than forwards.
That the definition of beauty is already written.
That not everyone is patient and loving.
That you’ll never know hate and fear.
That you’ll never be judged by who you love.
That some only see your skin and not your smile.
I’m so relieved I don’t have to tell you these things.
Not because they are not true.
They are. Every one. Always have been. Probably always will be.
I don’t have to tell you these things because
you are both too young to understand them.
Because you are three and can’t read yet.
Because you are one and can’t use a spoon.
Because these words still have no weight.
But someday they will.
Someday I’ll need to tell you these things.
And I don’t know if I’ll ever know how.