Dandelions are pretty
But my father said they are weeds
He pulled them out of the earth
And threw them out
But she told me that my father was wrong
That dandelions aren’t weeds
That they are beautiful
And yet some people can't see that
Because like me, their fathers taught them wrong
She said it wasn't wrong for me to think they are beautiful
It wasn't wrong to blow their little seeds
secretly
making sure my parents didn't see
Because some people are taught to stay away from beauty
In reality dandelions don't steal nutrients
Rather they nourish the plants around them
With their wide roots that pull from deep within the earth
And share with everyone they meet
They make the world happy
And the grass greener
They are beautiful
You made me happy
So I gave you a dandelion that I picked from the earth
I cut it from the stem just for you
But you didn't take it
You thought it was a ****
I tried again
Because I remembered what she told me
“Dandelions aren’t weeds”
“They are beautiful”
But when you took my flower
You dropped it on the concrete
You too, were taught that dandelions are weeds
But the difference is:
you let yourself believe it’s true
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
Dandelions are pretty
But my father said they are weeds
He pulled them out of the earth
And threw them out
But she told me that my father was wrong
That dandelions aren’t weeds
That they are beautiful
And yet some people can't see that
Because like me, their fathers taught them wrong
She said it wasn't wrong for me to think they are beautiful
It wasn't wrong to blow their little seeds
secretly
making sure my parents didn't see
Because some people are taught to stay away from beauty
In reality dandelions don't steal nutrients
Rather they nourish the plants around them
With their wide roots that pull from deep within the earth
And share with everyone they meet
They make the world happy
And the grass greener
They are beautiful
You made me happy
So I gave you a dandelion that I picked from the earth
I cut it from the stem just for you
But you didn't take it
You thought it was a ****
I tried again
Because I remembered what she told me
“Dandelions aren’t weeds”
“They are beautiful”
But when you took my flower
You dropped it on the concrete
You too, were taught that dandelions are weeds
But the difference is:
you let yourself believe it’s true
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