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BLACK-EYED SUSAN
A woman is like a flower, a flower of power. The oil of her essence is in her roots. Reciprocating the love of her Creator she was put here in this vast universe of diverse vegetation to bloom and so she does her duty. Sharing and receiving love unconditionally. See how even weather cannot destroy her?
Her roots allow her to blossom season after season even stronger than before. Unless she is uprooted by, shall we say, an incompatible soil? Withered, wounded and worn she then must realign her emotional, mental, spiritual nature to bloom into a healthy balance of mind, body, and spirit.
An essence is defined as the most important element of character identification, a spiritual entity. A flower essence is defined as the soul force of a plant invoked into liquid. The energy and personality of the plant if matched to those with the illness or dis-ease to aid in the healing process.
Oftentimes when we as women feel afraid, abused, misused, misunderstood, unwanted and unloved we find ourselves on a journey alone. We take a trip within to talk it out, shout it out and to cry it out. And always with time and patience, we begin to heal. During that time of healing we get a glimpse of our true essence, we grow back into being. Then we know we have reached another level of growth always stronger than before, just like flowers.
So come let us trod the earth on a journey into the lives of the "Flower Girls." As we wander through the prairies of their conscience, feel the pulse of their petals and take time to smell the essence of their beings. Overstand their struggle to bloom.
SolJornah Jones
Black-Eyed Susan
For low self-esteem and stress. It has a calming effect.
BLACK-EYED SUSAN
She likes diamond rings
She likes fancy things
She likes to live her life out of magazines
Got ghetto fabulous friends to no end
Looking for men with plenty money to spend
Black-Eyed Susan
All the wrong paths she kept on choosing
Black-Eyed Susan
Didn't know all the gifts she was abusing
Didn't take much for her to play her part
Using lust not love to fill the hole in her heart
With her fair complexion and her pretty smile
Even calm boys start to act wild
Black-Eyed Susan
All the wrong paths she kept on choosing
Black-Eyed Susan
Didn't know all the gifts she was abusing
She took her ass made it pass for cash
Paying the price with dreams of black ice
If she was a pie every man get a slice
Twice
Twice
Pretty soon
Ghetto's doom
That girl's caught up in the life
Sometimes she use her gun
For large jobs she cock her rife
Now Susan's a thief
But it's not her fault
Nobody thought
She wasn't taught
She was a goddess and a queen
To have self-esteem
To keep her heart clean
That life ain't a dream
It's a serious thing
Now she's in a drug ring
Listening to thugs
And the songs they sing
It's not about the series of a car
And iced out rings
It's not about the series of a star
In soaps
What hopes do they bring?
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