More Than Just A Weed
I am a dandelion
Wild and free
Not to be noticed upon first glance;
It seems I lack the chance
To belong in a boquet
They look on in disgust
With selfish and hating eyes
For I am different from the rest;
One might even say
Lackluster
I am no flower,
But instead, a weed;
Something I was "never intended" to be
Despite this, I remain
I possess no will to cower
I refuse to stand
As something I am not
But I am neither
Weed nor flower
I am simply me;
Who you said
I could be,
Lest you
Forgot?
Plucked petals
And rotted head
Depict my broken pride
Born anew,
I am free,
I am most certainly
Alive
For I am the lion's tooth,
And I bear it dangerously
I am not your weed,
But rather the truth;
Exactly as what
I know myself
To be
A defiant seed,
I become lost
To winding breeze
Truly, now
After all these years,
I can breathe
Liberation from ignorance,
Liberation from pain;
I unchain my roots
From the belligerence
Of the garden