Cultivate by Ogaga Okorhi.

Beautiful in hate, you have cried for pain running back and forth seeking a man. 

Your specifications have made you the way you are 

Looking unto the creator for perfection, 

You derive more pleasure with makeup than you do to the man next door 

Yet you pray, you can't identify the One before you as you have said from the beginning, 

Your hate is eating you up taking away your inner beauty.
Clock is ticking, education you have not, skills you have none, 

You are faced with a society that cares less about you, 

Are you aimed at seating at home waiting for your specifics to be met(food,shelter,clothes,cars,husband)?
You must be foolish to think they fall from the sky 

Even the church can't save you, it's not by good works my sister, 

Do the right thing and everything would fall in place.  

                                       
Hey! I heard you sew seeds for you perfect man, 

Even the bible tells us, we ought to cultivate, if you had sense, 

You would know that the one you seek cannot be found 

Even in the most holy place, 

Yes, I am talking about the church, you try to change a man, who just lost his ways 

Don't forget, even the bible reminds you of how their ways are, 

If you are not deeply rooted you would be a part of that way, 

You love him for his cars and dirty job, beautiful! 

But I see you in front of that alter, praying for a holy man with the fear of Our Lord Jesus.
How old is your faith little child? 

It is important, you stay away from they that would take your salvation away 

With their ways, you laugh at his jokes close to his car next to his house 

And you think someday he won't offer you wine? 

My friend, don't be fooled by the rules you have created around your life, 

You and I know the truth. 

Every man is a master mind of his craft, 

To win the mouse you must know where to plant cheese.
Listen, I am in no position to tell you how to rock your boat,

Oops! I hear a whisper from the girl next to you 

In mockery of the innocent bad girl you are, 

Long skirt in the presence of the Lord and G-string in the arms of the craft man at night. 

Hmmm! You become worse by the day whilst you pray you lose focus 

And pray for the one at hand to be perfect. 

Naive little woman old in your ways, 

Beautiful in hate for age has come, 

The alter is made your sanctuary 

And the man who has money 

In appearance is your perfect match, 

Why then call on Jesus?