My heaven designated for me.
You are my destination.
My definition.
You are love.
My love.
I carry you while climbing up my mountain of sorrows.
Blood on the sheets, like a crime scene.
Then and there I knew, I needed you.
I walk towards the ambulance as the blood follows me.
Neema is on the side of me.
"Baby, you'll be alright"
Then the doctor is on the side of me.
"Your baby is alright"
Alright.
My belly is big but my problems are bigger.
Salt disguised as sugar.
Led on to believe he was the one for me.
Thought it would be forever be you, him and me.
A unit was what I seen.
What I believed.
Until he put his hands on me.
Until "b**tch"; was changed to my contact name.
Is this what love is now?
Because it wasn't like this in the beginning.
Feeling like Eve.
Feeling cursed. Feeling fooled.
I'm just ready to be free.
Still climbing my way up my mountain of sorrows.
I push my way through the last bit of this maze and as you push your way through, I scream in pain.
There you are, in my hands.
Here I am, on top of Mt. Zion.
We made it.
Belly, no more. My heart is still sore but you ease the pain.
My heaven on earth.
And they all say "In Zion, we'll meet"
But God blessed my belly with Zion inside of me.
Mommy loves you, sweet Zion.