jerrod wasn’t planned
love kept him growing in my womb
my g.e.d. r.n. was for him
i gave him things i never had
kisses hugs hearing i love you every day
jerrod was never a regret
he makes me forget my once bitter life
jerrod loves art
that’s how i got to know a basquiat from a monet
he taught me programming french
jerrod isn’t perfect
i’m his drill sergeant
they’ll be no numbers under his photo
i don’t know why/when/how jump shots became my nerd’s passion
jerrod loves manning up/playing with the big dogs
he makes me forget my once bitter life
what you mean Jerrod laying out on the court
they mistook him for who
blood of my blood drained gone no no no
lord jesus jesus lord how could you curse my womb
i can’t get this bitter taste out of my mouth
jerrod’s gone i can’t forget my once bitter life