To My Future Child Hi there, little one. Well, I guess you call me Mum. You haven't been born, yet But there's time so don't you fret. This #poem shows my youth I really was a youngster once I like to hang out with my friends (And I love getting drunk.) I've got so many hopes for you, I hope the world caters to this need. There needs to be some changes Until I choose to breed. Young one, right now the world Is a harsh place to be. Can you believe we're letting Continents melt into the sea? Can you believe that gays Are often hated for their 'choice'? The same sex cannot marry, Cause God hates boys loving boys. Can you believe that people Judge each other on their race? For only their skin colour, A person can be exposed to hate. Can you believe that ladies Earn less in jobs than men? Despite the suffragettes, Female suppression strikes again. Can you believe that in jail #life is twenty five years? Seems the law never listens, To a grieving mother's tears. Can you believe that people Take drugs to ease their pain? They take these harmful things, To alter their brain. But there is still time These are things that can be changed. We are the future generation, Let's not have this cycle again.