Fruit of My Labor

A poem about self-worth.

Don’t ever underestimate the fruit of my labor

Not your baby so don’t call me it

Even if it fits your confidence

To myself I could never be a traitor

I am my only vindicator

 

The fruit of my labor

Not your baby so don’t call him it

Seeing our beauty in the moonlight is enough to make anyone commit

The flavor of his sweet soul and my sweet lips you could never forget

Live with regret, be poisoned

 

Don’t ever underestimate the fruit of my labor

Not yours so don’t call me mine

My fortress is of godly acres

Intertwining with the bitterness of your mediocracy, would inevitably dim my shine

 

It’s been a while since I had wine

It’s been a while since I could envision the finish line

It’s been a while since I’ve heard God

It’s been a while since I’ve felt gold

It’ll be a while ‘til I grow old

 

So don’t ever underestimate the fruit of my labor

Not your baby so favor my intellect

Manifest your intent

Match my silhouette

 

Reviews

[1]

Whoa! I would love to see you perform................ Intelligent, sexy, classy, sassy and lastly.............. Brilliant! You are a vision!

[Ana R]

Thank you thank you. We should skype one day. I would like to see you perform a piece as well. Somethin not posted!! Limited edition, exclusive reflection.

[1]

HAHA! Now that would be something................ I meant on stage so I can experience the entire vibe and emotion! Feel me?

[Ana R]

Of course but s**t...idk if I'll ever be on a stage. Who knows...been recording alot of songs lately.

[1]

I think you will. Actually in my heart of hearts, I know you will. Your s**t is DOPE!!

[1]

But you don't need ME to tell you that.............