Kwale Pen People

The writer in me won't let me be, my intuitions demand me to write a letter to you. A letter you will read once you become a man. This letter will be read by so many generations before you read it, son. Mama dedicated her time, Researching about your gender, She was a past teen I remember, She knew she would have you later. Son, as you have your first dream, With this beautiful woman, This beautiful lady you don't know, You will wake up feeling good, Yet You will have a lot of questions in mind, You will find your bed wet, Don't hide it from me because It's okay. And on that day I will celebrate you Because I crowned your sister When she got her first menses. Son your voice will break, It will no longer be tiny, It will be as heavy as your father's, And that is your pride. Son, I will be right here, Your questions I will hear, I know we've written so much about girls' sex education, We forgot about you dear, Mama ...