I’m a real woman
With sweet red rose water that I excrete to prove it
Its my receipt
With emotions from here to the moon that I wear on my sleeve
Nigga your branch doesnt phase me, im the tree.
I can make several of you and multiply you by three.
The wind, that blows you off, kisses me on the cheek.
The water, that puts pressure on you, it hydrates me.
Katie and Johnny were sitting in a tree,
Were the kids kissing on a branch or were they sitting on me?
Im your foundation and the foundation of this world
to grow, to procreate
But my heart that waits for your love, aches.
Because although I have the strength, you ask me
“Whats a tree without a branch?”, “What’s a woman, without me…”