The Flower

"My guy! What you saying bro?"
"Nuttin much man, what you saying?"
"Nothing still,
I just wanted to ask you a quick
Question init. It's for the EP init..."
"So if I say the word 'Spring' yeah..."
"Yeah?"
"...What comes to mind bro?"
"Like the season..."
"Mm"
"Yeah it just reminds me of the season.
Like erm. Warmth, change, you know- sunshine...

I am Vincent Van Gogh with this lexis
Illustrating with words for your sake
This is entitled 'The Flower'
With my brush I prepare your portrait
How many have you let devour?
Leaving you brittle and sour
Absorbing the soul in your nectar
Til your nutrients are emptied of power
You gave all your love to men, then
Had nothing left for yourself
'Cause they leeched on and used you for all of
Your goodness. My goodness, Im scared for your health.
You're what some might call a late bloomer
Just imagine you lost your way sooner
But when left looks like right and up sounds
Like down, remember you fought through the rumours
They said "you're a weed not a rose"
My flower, dont let them get through to your soul
Dont let them dictate how you roll...
Found your calling then placed it on hold
See, you're a bouquet you dont belong on a casket
So why change your destiny when you can enhance it?
You weren't the prettiest daisy in the garden,
More like the bounty in a celebrations box. Always last picked.
You had that summer love and blossomed with your head high
Til you clocked everything pointing down like its half 6
The man of the hour didnt give you the time of day?
So now you're panicking and scrambling to find a way
To flex on your hero and satisfy your ego
And thats why you're searching for a 'winter bae'
You dont wanna be last pick of the bunch, tell me who does?
But you're more concerned with getting boo'd up than being clued up
They say "ignorance is bliss", my flower listen to this
Issa ratrace and without wisdom you are a loser
It kinda makes me wonder who tf was your life tutor
More concerned with getting cuter, than your future
By the time your beauty warranted mens recognition
You were the rose with sharp thorns... You had a defence mechanism
You were tired of feeling like you lost when there was no competition
You wanted to be watered not plucked for some gardeners exhibition
You want to be appreciated not objectified
You may believe that there are men who really value your valour
But a wolf in sheeps clothing is the best disguise
Because your eyes will deny the truth of the matter
In that these wolves are almost like pesticides
Toxic but they'll convince you they're doing you a favour
And even if your differences are swept aside
You're left with the most bitter of tastes to savour...
I know you think about what you'll leave
When you have withered back into the soil
And you worry men have tarnished your
Inner value, and your minerals are spoiled
But when your time in this garden has reached the end of its years
This brush will stay loyal and paint with your tears.

My flower, my flower, my flower
My flower, my flower, my flower

You can't let the the way you're treated by people take its toll.
One thing I've learned about acting out of
Spite is that there's always collateral damage...
If you could count how many people were counting on
You; you wouldnt worry about whos counted you out...
So make everyday count.

Rise up my flower and take your rightful seat on that throne.

"Yo"
"Ay, I need to ask you a question quickly init"
"Ask me, what's wrong?"
"Cool, erm. If I say the word 'Spring'.
"Spring?"
"Yeah Spring. What comes to mind, for you?"
"Uhhh... Pink flowers!
"Pink flowers yeah"
"Pink petals"
"Ok"
"Why?"
"Nah, nah I was just using that for the EP init."
"Oh ok cool. Yeah calm"
"Is that final answer yeah?"
Yeah, yeah, yeah"
"You're the most random person I know I swear to God"
"Nah because in Spring,
Don't you have trees with like pink petals and stuff"