[Those Discarded Letters] a poem

The handwritten letters 
I wrote to my unborn daughter were
discarded to a bonfire,
the very bond represented in a third-degree scar
on the base of my left leg;
the penmanship is far from legible;
nevertheless, no obscure thought can
convince me otherwise,
that she has no need to read
the redundant expressions,
felt from the dimension,
where I'll see her again-



Dontrell Lovet't
from, [Just a Body]