BECAUSE BABY GIRL? I would turn off your alarm clock right before itâs time to set it, and close the blinds, and ocean wave your soundscape without a morning call - Because baby girl? Youâve got work to do - itâs time to get hands dirty. You are so busy cleaning the weight of palms holding his forgiveness  And I can promise you that this wonât be the last time you hold a manâs pain as your own. I know itâs heavy, but raise your fingers above your heart and spread them wide like a sinner on Sunday, so your bones know air - Because youâve been curled in like the ringlets of your enemy, and hot ironing Your mistakes, trying to make them straight without steam and without starch  And I can promise you that this wonât be the first time you hold your own pain as a favor to everyone else. I need you to cut out his thorns from your chest cavity, like a brave Knight sending a sword to his King, âhere...I saved this for youâ - Because baby girl? Youâre worth being saved; itâs time to reap and sow Your own seeds, the ones youâve been saving, the fruit of your own womb And I can promise you this will be the last time youâll have to water growth with someone elseâs hoe.













