The girl standing next to me has sweat glistening on the tip of her nose,
And the guy to my right is frozen solid with his hand on the buzzer, like the temperature suddenly dropped 100 degrees in the middle of his attempt to buzz in.
Yes, your guess is correct.
I am a contestant on Jeopardy,
And if I answer this next question correctly, I’ll have double the score of both my opponents.
I’ll take nature vs. nurture for 500 Alex.
I feel my jaw lock as my knees become weaker by the second.
“What is the most essential part of any plant’s growth?”
I buzz in with the speed of a raging bull stampede.
My mouth opens with caution and I respond.
Who is…its mother?
I stare at the question on the blue television screen.
I hear an up noxious buzz similar to a fire alarm.
“I’m sorry...but that is incorrect.”
I suddenly feel my face turn red with fury as I start to argue with him.
No sir I am the one that’s sorry sir!
No I must apologize to you sir!
For you must be deeply confused.
Because mothers nurture plants until they begin to shoot;
Into beautiful flowers from with strong roots.
Mother’s give us water and pull the sun over our heads
When the shadows of death hover over our beds.
Mothers are the gardeners,
Who pull up all the weeds before they harm us.
Mothers are the drops of water
That hydrate us when the heat beats down on our petals for too long.
Mother’s allow photosynthesis so that our stems stay strong.
And when sway left and start to hold our heads down,
Mothers pick us up again and plant us back on fertile ground.
So sir I’m sorry to have to correct you,
But mothers are the ones who protect you.
And the guy to my right is frozen solid with his hand on the buzzer, like the temperature suddenly dropped 100 degrees in the middle of his attempt to buzz in.
Yes, your guess is correct.
I am a contestant on Jeopardy,
And if I answer this next question correctly, I’ll have double the score of both my opponents.
I’ll take nature vs. nurture for 500 Alex.
I feel my jaw lock as my knees become weaker by the second.
“What is the most essential part of any plant’s growth?”
I buzz in with the speed of a raging bull stampede.
My mouth opens with caution and I respond.
Who is…its mother?
I stare at the question on the blue television screen.
I hear an up noxious buzz similar to a fire alarm.
“I’m sorry...but that is incorrect.”
I suddenly feel my face turn red with fury as I start to argue with him.
No sir I am the one that’s sorry sir!
No I must apologize to you sir!
For you must be deeply confused.
Because mothers nurture plants until they begin to shoot;
Into beautiful flowers from with strong roots.
Mother’s give us water and pull the sun over our heads
When the shadows of death hover over our beds.
Mothers are the gardeners,
Who pull up all the weeds before they harm us.
Mothers are the drops of water
That hydrate us when the heat beats down on our petals for too long.
Mother’s allow photosynthesis so that our stems stay strong.
And when sway left and start to hold our heads down,
Mothers pick us up again and plant us back on fertile ground.
So sir I’m sorry to have to correct you,
But mothers are the ones who protect you.
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