I remember picking dandelions as a kid

gathering a bouquet to bring to my teacher or mom

the innocence behind it

I didn't know that these beautiful flowers were actually

weeds in disguise

That it could bring so much pain and suffering

despite how cheery it may look

 

Sometimes, I feel like a dandelion

People wishing on me to be different

Laughing and running away as my emotions fly away into the breeze

Planting new ones as they fall to the ground

 

The roots reach down into the soil of my soul

and tug at different inclinations I once thought were gone

The whispers of breath trickle down my spine like secrets

I wasn’t supposed to hear

They grab at my brain

telling me I’m not good enough

simply a weed,

meant to be tossed off to the side
 

Sometimes, I feel like a dandelion

People wishing on me to be different

Laughing and running away as my emotions fly away into the breeze

Planting new ones as they fall to the ground

 

Weeds don’t belong in the garden

Yet they have so much resistance

they keep coming back

despite being rejected

over and over again

Their resilience reveals itself  in its rapture

facing fear flying forwards

only looking to the future

 

Sometimes, I feel like a dandelion

People wishing on me to be different

Laughing and running away as my emotions fly away into the breeze

Planting new ones as they fall to the ground

 

My favorite flower is a dandelion

I have always been drawn to the yellow complexion

Bringing tears of euphoria to my eyes

instead of those of discomfort

The way it flourishes among the other weeds

Dancing its yellow song through the waves of pride

Waving its flag of restoration

 

Sometimes, I feel like a dandelion

Confident in who I am

Reaching forward

Rooting myself in a place where I need to be

I may be a weed

But I am beautiful