In ’94, your lips laid its first kiss

Four years later, came a day full of bliss

Although the soil was said to never be fertile-

You planted your seed,

Taking her hand was the deed

Through her womb you flourished the world

A blossom from heaven-

His wedding gift was this little girl

You are the gardener, excited to see your first bud blossom

She has your eyes, your ears, your lips, and your nose

Together you planted this seed and together you’ll watch it grow

Despite your landscaping and questions on life

Or how bad of a husband you were

Or whether or not she was a good wife

You fought, you argued, you made up with heated sex.

It wasn’t too long before time came to start preparing for your next

Still questioning life and how things would be

How would you manage for four, when you barely made it for three?

Through her womb you flourished the world and blessed it with joy

A blossom from heaven, from rib to rib

Another gift from Him, a baby boy

And like a gardener excited to see the second bud blossom

"(smiling) He has his great mother Earth’s eyes and mother Nature’s nose"

Together you planted these seeds and together you’ll watch them grow

And as the birds and bees stayed active, the oranges and apples grew

Your garden was growing beautifully.

Although every so often weeds had the tendency of growing, trying to hinder the growth of something beautiful, our family.

And as your green thumb became greener, our world became red.

You were said to have used every gardening tool insight, in our sacred flower bed.

And yet despite the plight,

For your Nubian, you moved your rose garden to new grounds, turned over soil

And weeds kept growing like hidden truths, making your blood boil

On new grounds, came new life,

your Nubian’s rose garden continued to bloom

The third blossom was just as beautiful and fragrant as the last two

A gardening tool loosens the soil and weeds, hidden truths, all recur

Said one to another, "I’ll see that she knows all that’s occurred.

You may have the messenger, but I have the savior who’s being sacrificed for your sins.

And if this loser can’t have you, then nobody wins…"

So she beckons and beckons like a thorn in your ass,

Striking harder than lightening at the temple you wish to forever last.

While you and your Nubian enjoy the beautiful, fragrant shrubs

of which the Universal has sent,

like a pod, by itself