Wormwood Wisdom

Mama's eye them burn like cinder in the night,
That wooden spoon, it held a fearsome light.
She saw di weakness, where di sun nah reach,
Planted tough seeds, a harsh truth she would preach.
No sugar-coat, no soft and gentle hand,
Just raw truth growin' from ancestral land.

Wormwood wisdom, bitter to di taste,
Rooted deep di knowledge, no lesson gone to waste.
Wormwood wisdom, cut me to di core,
Now mi stand firm, asking for no more.

While patties bubbled, stories she would tell,
Of concrete cracks where wild green tendrils fell.
She say, "Di strongest tree, it face di fiercest breeze,"
Her discipline, a shelter, brought me to my knees.
From market calls to quiet, salty air,
She built my spirit with unwavering care.

Di salt wind carry secrets from di ancestral shore,
Her firm hand guide me, made me want it more.
From Ghana soil to Kingston's rhythm deep,
Her iron will, di promises I keep.

Seeds of her strength, blossom in di sun,
Dub Bloom risin', her work well done.